Even if I'm not sure if this is authentic happiness or just the adrenaline rush from doing something that really scares the socks off you, I'm just glad that I'm feeling this way.
After crossing off two biggies from my 30 Before 30 list (going vegan and going freelance!) I today took on yet another rite of passage: my first-ever tattoo (that's definitely not the last one).
I've wanted this tattoo for about ten years. I'm not kidding: ten years. The three stars on my shoulder represent me and my two sisters: we live in three different countries and I love to carry a little reminder with me that tells me that we belong together, whatever the circumstances.
At the same time, the stars represent "aiming for the stars" and never settling for less than amazing. This last concept is kind of my thing with stars: I have a star-print dress, love my starry Converse and re-bought the same pair of star earrings from a tiny shop in a little seaside Tuscan town after I lost them twice! Stars just have a special meaning with me, so of course my first tattoo was something that was 100% me: