Friday, March 29, 2013

The time has come to say goodbye.......

Yup, you heard that right. It has come time to say goodbye.

After 15 years the time has come to say goodbye to my tongue ring. 
I got my tongue pierced in December of 1998 right after I got done with my schooling for the Army in Fort Sam Houston, TX. There was about 5 of us who went and had it done. If you know anything about the Army, tongue rings are kind of a NO NO...oops. Rules were not going to stop me (just like usual).

Moving on....I got it pierced and that was that. This same barbell has been part of my life for 15 years. 
It has seen me through relationships, 3 babies, numerous job changes and like a zillion life changes.

I have relied on this barbell to help keep me youthful. As I was getting older and things were changing I always had this in my mouth to show myself that I was still young, that I was not getting old.  For years people have been bugging me to get rid of it. My answer was always the same...ummm, no. I can remember the day I found gray hair on my head. The first thought in my head was "well, you still got your tongue ring". That kept me sane.

I am not even sure if my blog makes sense. Basically I was refusing to get "old". I felt as long as I had my tongue ring, I was still "young". 

I am not quite sure really why I took it out. I just got up one day and did it. I just thought to myself that it was time. I knew I was finally ready.

Now, I know some of you reading this probably think I am just plain nuts and yeah, I pretty much am. It was just something that I was not ready to let go of. It was a part of my youth. A part of me growing up in many different ways. 

I am realizing you do have to let go at some point. And last week some time was my time to let go of my youth, fears, shame, anger, sadness, hurt, bad memories and so much more that I really don't feel like writing about. Now, don't get me wrong I am still plenty youthful (only old people say that). 

I guess life is heading in a different direction and it's just time to move on. I am still ME and I will always be ME. People are constantly changing and evolving. And pretty much everyone is afraid in some way or another of just that. 

I am good. I feel good. I am getting healthy. I am getting my body, mind and soul healthy.

(Oh, and I still have my nose ring, 9 tattoos and blue hair, so I think I am still pretty "youthful")
(Oh, and I have to get another tattoo soon, 9 is an odd number...LOL)