I’m never gonna stop getting back up.

When we were in the depths of our financial hell, I promised myself I could get a tattoo as soon as we were out of it.

I knew exactly what I wanted.

And today was the day.

I told the kids about it last night.

Number 4 and Number 7 immediately started crying.

NOOOOOOOOO MOMMMMMMMM! YOU’RE GOING TO LOOK WEEEEEEIIIIRRRRDDDDDDD! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I already had three other tattoos, so I didn’t really know what all the drama was for.

Number 3 ‘s response?

Mom! What would you say if I said I was going to get a tattoo? What if I told you I was going to get a tattoo on… my nuts???

I told him if he decided on that location, I’d recommend he bring some painkillers along with him.

So, my family wasn’t exactly supportive.

But it didn’t matter. I still couldn’t wait.

And today I got part one of my tattoo.

There is more I want to add to it eventually, but the important part is there.

Just as a reminder when I need it most.

To remember where I’ve been, to remember where I am, and to remember what I’m capable of

Anything.

Because I know I’m gonna keep falling.

But I’m never gonna stop getting back up.

Ever.