Not a Mid-Life Crisis

So this year I turned 30. Kind of a bummer. The sound of twenty-something sounds youthful and so many cool experiences happened in those 10 years. I was still in college living in a dorm and finishing my first year book, graduated from college, moved to Houston, was girls minister at HFBC, went and planned many mission trips to Latvia, Nashville, and Houston, planned camps, retreats, sang at lots of different venues,...and most most importantly I got married and had my two boys. Seriously, the best 10 years of my life and God blessed me in abundance.

Now, I am 30 and the excitement has slowed down a little and monotony of everyday care of my boys is getting to me. I know that these 10 years will be totally different with all the experiences that comes with a family. However, I needed to mark it with an adventure, and that is just what I did. For the past few years, I have been wanting a nose piercing and Christine and I have planned on doing it together. It did not feel right until we went out of town to celebrate my 30th birthday in College Station beginning of August. It also marked a new revelation of freedom to me. It did not really matter what anyone else thought...I was doing because I wanted it. Not the twenty something Michelle.... but the thirty something Michelle who has FINALLY come terms with how God views me and not afraid of how people view me.

So, now that that spiel is over, here we go. I was a little hesitant at first because it is always fun to entertain an idea, but to actually do it....your stomach can do some summersaults. We found a incredibly clean piercing place that was more sterile than a hospital and it was actually affordable. He was the most reputable guy around town, had a nickname that I will have to sensor from this blog, was dressed in scrubs and I felt very confident that yes, my nose was going to get the best treatment from this perfectly manicured eyebrow dude. He explained to me that getting his eye brows waxed hurt worse than a piercing. I will have to disagree strongly on that one. Moving on, Christine decided to go first and that was my first mistake. When you get a piercing, do not give yourself time to think about it. I was sick to my stomach. Jill was kind enough to distract me by talking to me and Natalie found it fun to laugh at me. They proceeded to ask me in jest how my choir director was going to like my nose piercing on Sunday morning with my robe. We don't wear robes, but they guy who was having us fill paperwork out thought I was odd for sure.

I did not hear any yelping from Courageous Christine in the piercing room and she came out with her studded nostril like he was not big thing. So, I went in and of course asked a bazillion questions, and told him that I could faint and please do not let me stand up without his assistance, did I mention that I don't want this to go wrong? I was talking in circles because I was nervous. He was a very fine piercer, and talked me through it all. "Forcepts in the nostril.", "Poke through the nose", "Twist in the nose screw" and he was done. Phew! I will say that yes, it did hurt, and hurt even worse when my towel caught on it the next morning. UGH!

However, Christine and I did it and we love it. So, for those of you who think this is a mid-life crisis...you are dooming me to live till 60...so let's not go there.

A little nauseous...Jill was trying to distract.... (I am a dork..I know)

Before picture...

Christine being laid back as usual...He was about to mark her nose with a plastic wrapped sharpie. (Sterile I tell you!)

Okay...I admit I can be a little high strung...

The moment...

Ah yes...the finished product....beautiful.