Yesterday was a good day, despite the circumstances of its start. We ended up finding out that the guy who owned a trailer we were trying to buy still owed $700 on a power bill and that had to be paid before we could ever have the power hooked up. Ridiculous, I know, but I am kind of glad it ended up falling through, I am sure that it happened for a reason. Anyway, after we found that out we decided to go up to Ft. Oglethorpe where I could get another tattoo and my SO get a piercing. I had been wanting this tattoo since I got my last one because for me, the tattoos on my hands and wrists are a constant reminder of my recovery with the reminder on my knuckles of a “Dark Fate” if I go back to my addiction. Its funny, when I got “Dark” on one set of knuckles and then “Fate” on the other, I got them because that is what I felt destined for. However, now I can use my tattoos to tell a story of some of the principles needed in recovery and their end result if I go back to active addiction.