You ever feel like life hands you a script, and you\'re just playing your part? Well, that was me--Diana, living the life my mom mapped out.
This, my friend, is life off-script, and it\'s pretty darn exciting..
Some things were meant to be marked on the skin.
Love? Unexpected, but hey, life\'s a wild ride.
And then there\'s Ryder, turning my world upside down.
They became the family I never knew I needed.
Who\'d have thought a tattoo studio could be so much more than a job? In that buzzing ink-scented space, I found my tribe, my people.
Inkphoric became my refuge, a tattoo haven that felt like home.
Goodbye, golden cage; hello, spontaneous adventure.
Three hundred bucks, two bags, and a ticket later, I\'m in London.
Then came this online ad, a whisper of freedom.
Did I mention Mom\'s disdain for dogs? Yeah, I never got that either.
I was the runway puppet, chauffeured around in a car I never drove, and there was an unwarranted fear of me running over someone.
Crazy, right? My checklist for a fulfilling life was pretty standard - a dog, a cozy apartment, a car that doesn\'t hate the environment, a job that feels less like a cage, and, oh yes, fine arts.
Runway walks, posh living, and absolutely zero say in my own Californian story.
You ever feel like life hands you a script, and you\'re just playing your part? Well, that was me--Diana, living the life my mom mapped out
