come what may

Come What May is tattooed on my arm.
It's quite big. You can't miss it. Actually it's a little too big, I was so caught up in the excitement of it I didn't consider that 'come what may' should be a subtle message, and not an in your face command.
But when I look at it I think of a fairy tale. The script and artwork are enchanting and reminds of me of the first place I go to in my mind when it needs peace ... it's by a creek, with soft clear running water and i'm lying on the side, not quite in the sun, but it's warm and I can dangle my hands into the water leisurely. This place is green and lush and I am surrounded by trees, actually I am lying under a tree. Mostly I am in this place on my own. Occasionally someone is with me, but it's my place.

I, so believed in what come what may meant that I had it tattooed on my arm. I had to believe that whatever happens, regardless of why it has happened, and what it is - that I can face it, that i can learn from it and that it might change my path but that's ok.
But it's harder than I thought. A lot harder.