Getting inked at Middle Age

It seems like we see them everywhere these days, especially in warmer weather … tattoos. It almost feels at times like it’s more normal to see them on people than not.

This subject popped up when I met an amazing new local author a couple of months ago. This vivacious lady, who is just a bit older than me, shared a remarkable story. She told me that she got her first, and only, tattoo a couple of years ago thanks to a dare from a complete stranger! There’s a lot more to the story than what I just shared. In fact, it was downright inspiring.

Another friend who’s also in the middle-aged category recently got a tattoo on her wrist of her favorite Bible verse. I’ve known this terrific lady for decades now. As soon as I saw her new art, I knew it was the perfect decision for her.

I also got “inked” at middle age. In fact, I got my one and only tattoo when I turned 45 – the official start of middle age according to Merriam-Webster – as a present to myself. This was far from an impulsive decision. In fact, I’d wanted a tattoo since I was 19, but never saw the right design until I reached my 40s.

This is no ordinary tattoo for our columnist! (Photo provided by Amy Shankland)

I shared this story in a different column nine years ago. What I haven’t shared is how much this tattoo has affected my life.

As you can see from the picture of my shoulder next to this column, my tattoo is in the shape of a cross, which also spells out “faith.” It’s a common design that popped up on Pinterest years ago. In fact, I often see it on t-shirts and other items when I’m out and about. I instantly knew, finally, that this was what I was meant to have permanently etched upon me.

Like most of us, I’ve had my share of life’s struggles. When these hit, sometimes we don’t have inspirational words or people we love beside us to pick us up – at least not right away. Sometimes we’re in the middle of a work deadline … or on the way to a destination driving alone … or simply getting groceries.

At these moments, my heart plunges and my fear rises. My human nature causes the “PANIC” sign to start flashing in my mind. Stress and worry begin their assault on my mind and soul.

But then … I pause … and a voice plays in my head, “Amy Shankland … remember what is tattooed on your back!”

Suddenly, I relax, remember my faith, and know once again that it is No. 1 in my life … that God is right beside me and that He will handle the situation … and that I have gotten through tough times in the past. I will get through them again, because my faith is always with me.

Maybe you have something similar that you always keep near you in your purse or wallet like a business-card sized bit of inspiration. Or you wear a tiny cross around your neck. Or even a special ring of significance.

Let’s face it, life is hard. Sometimes we must take unusual steps, at unexpected times, to help us with its battles. Getting my first, and probably only, tattoo at the age of 45 has been life changing. It’s a reminder, that’s with me no matter what, of my faith and who is really in charge of my life!

Amy Shankland is a writer and fundraising professional living in Noblesville with her husband John, two sons, two dogs, and a cat. You can reach her via email at amys@greenavenue.info.