Decisions.

Yes, I got a tattoo.

No, I was not drunk.

No, I had not been drinking at all.

I had been running.

 That's Hood to Coast for you. 

Maybe I just notice it a little more today that ever, but I feel judged when people notice I have tattoos. Really, whenever I reveal a little self, I feel judged.

That I am Catholic.

That I run.

I'm weird, quirky even. 

Like really. 

That I have tattoos and piercings.

That I am a writer.

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Those things are just a part of me. That’s who I am. I make decisions and I deal with the consequences as it were. That’s what life is about right?

Making decisions head on and taking them as they come.

Now I am not saying I don’t stop and think about what I am about to do beforehand. I don’t always just jump head first into something without knowing what may happen on the other side.

But lately, I haven’t been making decisions. I’ve been surviving; just floating through the twists and turns. I haven’t really been grabbing life and taking it.

Stop hoping things will just work out. Make them happen.

Happy rainy Monday!