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Post 10: Symbols of my colleagues...

Jordan's post about her tattoo on her wrist really caught my attention, it says "freed". She says, "It just reminds me that I am under no obligation to be the person I once was, and I don't have to carry the weight of that anymore." I can tell that she has gone through a situation in life or multiples that she has overcome and concord. I think that is a beautiful meaning for a tattoo to have as a constant reminder of how strong she is.  I have a few tattoos myself, and they each hold a meaning to me that is near and dear to my heart. 

Bailee's post about the ring her step dad gave her, was similar to mine about the ring my mother gave to me. She says, "...I  still wear the ring he has given me because it symbolizes that he loves and cares about me and ill always have a part of him with me." This line I can absolutely relate too, and said something along the same lines in my own Post 9 post. 

I think it is really interesting to read about what symbolizes something to people because it gives a quick snip it, or glimpse into their life, and the reasons they put behind things that hold such a deep sentimental value. You can learn a lot from the connection people can make to things about their own character and relationships on life. 

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