Strange what a release comes with a new tattoo. Last night, I found myself with levels of energy and clear-eyed excitement that I hadn’t felt in months. When I asked the tattoo artist what she liked best about her job, she said, “helping people lay claim to their own bodies.” It’s an answer I admire immensely.

In a fit of exuberance, or adrenaline, or whatever follows, I placed a dozen calls to a dozen friends, family and exes I hadn’t seen in ages, so the work of this morning was steeling myself to the sometimes-regrettable decision to reconnect. This morning’s three coffee dates, though, were better than I’d remembered to expect, and I rediscovered genuine fondness for people I’d simply lost in the shuffle.

So in the last 24 hours, I’ve gotten a new haircut, a new tattoo, and a new sort of disclosure. Now I feel as different as I am.

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