Here I am again back at work. Only working a few hours a day so far, but I’m sure it’ll pick up with time. This year has proved to be an interesting one, and hard at that. I’ve been faced with many tests, me falling ill, Marte getting pregnant, and our son Michael Sebastian being born. If you had asked me a couple of months back if I saw myself at work this day, I would’ve thought you mad. But here I am.
I’ve gotten two tattoos during my lifetime so far, one of them is a tribal thorn-motif above my left wrist, the second one is a native American-motif on my right arm, just below my shoulder. Both mean a lot to me, as they represent various stages of my life. Looking at my arm or shoulder wouldn’t be the same if they weren’t there. It’s a reminder that shows that things can get difficult sometimes, but also that life goes on, and the moment you thought was going to be hard forever, is now but a mere memory. Feeling that I’ve come upon such a moment again, I’d like to get a new tattoo, this time above my right-hand wrist, of a Phoenix. The Phoenix below, to be exact. Its tail will go around my wrist once or twice, with the tail ending just above my wrist. For me it will represent me having risen from the ashes, gotten back on my feet when things got tough. Now one thing remains, getting back on my feet.
