If I were ever to get a tattoo, it would be a crow.

Crows are mischievous, smart, mysterious, a little weird, and chronically misunderstood. Honestly, I relate.

But I will probably never get one. I don’t really believe in voluntarily adding pain to my life without a medicinal purpose. And while tattoos can be beautiful and deeply meaningful, they also fade and when your body morphs, well good luck to that once-perfect butterfly.

So I’ll keep my tattoo imaginary. A little crow perched somewhere in my mind, reminding me to be curious, clever, slightly mischievous, and comfortable being misunderstood.

No needles required. Just attitude.