I finally got my first tattoo after wanting one for over a decade. It took me a long time, too long, to pull the trigger. I was apprehensive for the normal reasons: the permanence, indecision about what art to get, finding the right artist, etc. But there was one main factor, perfection. I am a perfectionist and few tattoos are perfect. Having something imperfect permanently drawn on my body scared me, a lot.

However, over the last year or so, I have been trying to release some of my need for perfection. Life is incredibly short; waiting on perfection wastes our time and holds us back. So, I decided it was time to get the damn thing! I looked for months for the perfect artist and shop…….see the problem? Once again, I was letting my need for perfection get in the way. So, while working in San Francisco last week, I decided I wasn’t leaving the city without my tattoo. I knew I wanted it...