Full circle

The past two weeks have introduced two new apprentices in our shop. It's strange. I've never been one to easily fall into any role. But being the lowest on the pole in a tattoo shop somehow became normal. Now, I'm getting the same questions I asked a couple of years ago.

So far, the most difficult part is keeping my mouth shut. I've always thought information should be accessible, and it should be up to the person on what they do with it. But I am starting to understand why taking time is important.

This is a trade. If I, for some reason, wanted to pack up my family and move... I could do so knowing full well I offer a service; a valuable craft. And there's nothing like knowing you can provide for those you love.

I'm also realizing how content I've become. I wake up happy because I love what I do. No doubts. Which makes sense, seeing as how my confidence is certainly at an all time high.

I may be young to tattooing, but I'm keen on a good thing. So it makes sense when information is withheld. It makes sense that I had to clean, and clean, and clean. I see now that they had to make sure I was sincere. That I wanted it enough.

There's something to be said for patience, respect, and dedication. Especially if it means becoming a part of a family.

So maybe, just maybe, I'll figure out my new role. The one that thinks before speaking. And withholds because the time isn't right.

I guess this means I'm done with Allen Tattoo.
Nah, just playin. I'll keep posting as much as I can. I just need to get this redesign done, geez.