woman in black top holding silver-colored necklace

Contemplated getting new tattoos this year but, truth be told, you do grow out of them. My thirties are nothing like my twenties. To reflect me as I am now, one arm should’ve had “Aim high and get your bloody act together” (radical concept, courtesy of J.B.P.) and the other arm - “only impermanence lasts” (courtesy of Zh. whose life is weirdly parallel to mine.) I opted for stamped jewelry instead.