So I was wondering, do you have any tattoos?? If you’re a person about my age (I’m 53, wellllll closer to 54, actually) chances are you don’t. And chances are pretty good you might have grown up kids that do. I just recently discovered my 24-year-old son is the proud wearer of two. That’s a whole other story, but let’s stick to this one for now.
Every now and then I just get a wild hair and think I want to get a tattoo. This coming from a pretty non-rebellious-type person who thinks using SPF 15 rather than 30 is totally wild and reckless! I’ve flirted with the idea of getting another piercing in an earlobe (bringing the total piercings to 3) but that just seems so, I don’t know, so 1990s now.
I’ve thought that if I were to take this action, I’d get some sort of music symbol, being that I’m a musician and all. (Doesn’t that sound impressive? I’m actually just a piano teacher so it’s not like I’ve met Bon Jovi or anything, but I just like to say, “I’m a musician.”) A cute little eighth note appropriately placed might be just the thing. Well, that is, until I saw this . . .
I was in Coco’s http://www.coconorth.com , a great restaurant/bakery in my hometown, ordering some lunch. When the sweet young lady who took my order turned around, I spied with my little eye this amazing tattoo on the back of her neck. She moved quickly, so I didn’t see it clearly, but I thought I saw a treble clef! (We “musicians” love treble clefs.) When she handed me my order I had to inquire – was that indeed a treble clef? Actually, no! Get this (and I just love this!): it’s the Swahili symbol for Hakuna Matata! What?! For some reason, I just LOVE that! You know what Timon & Pumbaa say . . . it means “no worries, for the rest of your days!” Who doesn’t love the thought of that?
I think Hakuna Matata might be the Swahili counterpart to a couple of great Bible verses I can think of – how about this: “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” (Philippians 4:6) Or especially this one from Matthew 6:27 – “Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?” (Really I love that whole chunk starting from verse 25 till the end of the chapter.) Now THAT would be a big ol’ tattoo. But that symbol? That pretty much sums it up into a very pretty, treble-clef-looking package! But where on this body would I put it? That’s the next question . . .
The back of the neck is really cool-looking, but I want to SEE it myself. I’m the one that needs reminding not to worry. I like the top-o’-the-foot tattoos, but I’m fairly tall and have poor eyesight, so I’m not going to see it way down there. I want to be able to see it regulary, but then again, don’t forget I’m a piano teacher (ahem . . . “musician”), I work with kids and don’t want them or their parents thinking I’m too wild and crazy (do NOT tell them about the SPF15!) What’s a gal to do? Where would YOU put a great-looking Swahili symbol? (Plus, I don’t want, as time marches on, my Hakuna Matata to turn into something entirely different, given the aging process and gravity).
When I was a young music therapist working in Minneapolis, I helped to lead a choir of senior citizens (more stories to tell some day). I once was worried about an upcoming concert. (I know, right? What could possibly be worrisome about a concert involving sweet elderly folks. Well, worrying is a family trait I’ve inherited and have been trying to expunge from my life for some time now.) When I expressed my concern to one dear old woman named Myrtle, she calmly looked at me and said, “Honey, worrying doesn’t do you any good. It won’t add a single minute to your life.” She was quoting Matthew 6 here, but I didn’t know that at the time. (Hmm, I wonder how Myrtle would feel about me getting a Hakuna Matata tattoo?)
Well, check back with me in a bit and see if I’ve done anything about this wonderful whim. I’ll try not to worry too much about it!