This Too Shall Pass

10 Feb

new tattoo

This past Friday, I got a new tattoo on my foot that says “This too shall pass”. The woman who works on my tattoos, Michelle, asked me “are you going through a hard time right now or something?” and I answered “Nope. Actually, life feels pretty perfect right now.”

Well let me tell you a little something about this tattoo & the sequence of events that followed after getting this thing. “This too shall pass” was exactly what I was telling myself while I was sitting in the chair getting it because DAMN did it hurt… worse than my ribcage, which, surprisingly, was like getting tickled next to this. After I got it, I was told that I can only wear the slip-on shoes that have open tops so it doesn’t rub on the tattoo- fair enough (I’ve been doing well until yesterday, when the snow started dumping).

Saying that life felt perfect was pretty much a jinx to myself, if you believe in such a thing. In that same night alone someone stepped on my newly-inked foot, I got in a huge argument with a friend & experienced a series of other unpleasant social interactions. By the time I’d returned home, I wondered to myself “I haven’t had more than I can usually handle to drink. Why is this hitting me so hard & why do I feel so crappy?” All I had to do was wait less than 24 hours later to have that question answered. I was at work the following evening when I suddenly ran to the bathroom & got sick- hellooooo FLU! Wish I’d known that before I’d decided to go out.

Now here’s a good lesson for everyone. We’ve all heard the phrase “To assume is to make an ass out of you and me”. It’s incredibly true. I assumed that my life was perfect because that’s how it was feeling at the time- it most certainly is not. I assumed that my weak stomach Friday night was just nerves or stress about something. The argument with that friend happened because she assumed I wanted something that I didn’t. As a result of that night, other things have been assumed about me that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

The question we have to ask ourselves after we’ve presumed untrue things is “Can I admit that I’m wrong?” and also “Can I take responsibility for that & try to correct it?” If you can’t answer ‘yes’ to these, then you’re shortchanging yourself and often, someone else too. Where does that leave me after all this? I hope for all good things but regardless, ‘this too shall pass’, obladi, oblada & so on : )

'this too shall pass'... as everything does.

“There comes a time in your life when you have to let go of all the pointless drama & the people who create it. Surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard you forget the bad & focus solely on the good. After all, life’s too short to be anything but happy.”


5 Responses to “This Too Shall Pass”

  1. learning2live2010 February 10, 2010 at 6:44 pm #

    It’s funny how time and time again when things go wrong we start worrying as if things are never going to get better even though throughout our lives we have been shown time and time again that things always have a way of working out- sometimes just not exactly the way in which we want them to. I can relate to this post in that I thought things in my life were going the best they had ever been and I was sort of cocky in the assumption that they were going to keep going as planned. I was way wrong.

  2. Sarah September 14, 2010 at 10:25 pm #

    Hey What font is this?

  3. ashleycorl September 17, 2010 at 5:30 pm #

    It’s not a font. It was hand-drawn. 🙂

  4. caitlin March 22, 2011 at 8:20 am #

    what font is the writing in, in your tattoo?
    its beautiful

  5. caitlin March 22, 2011 at 8:21 am #

    oh, i didn’t see the previous posts, sorry

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