When your unofficial family motto is “go big or go home,” you wind up with freaking enormous first tattoos. At least it’s not as big as The Shield’s.

I’m officially an @miciti@ now. The Mentor popped in last night for a few words of love and encouragement, and The Shield was with me throughout the appointment (though I only vaguely felt him because tattoo). I knew it would feel important, but had no idea exactly how much it feels like my life is going to change for the better now.

Maybe I’m assigning more meaning to this than I should, but right now I don’t really care. I’m part of this family. I’m able to live my own life. I’m so much stronger than I think I am.

I’m just stunned I actually got it finished in one sitting.