Love

Before I started doing hair, I had lived an entire life. I went to college, moved to the other side of the world, lost myself, found myself, and picked up the best canine companion ever somewhere along the way.

A few years ago I found myself sitting at a desk at a job that I hated, completely miserable with my life and what I had become, and I made a list of things that I wanted in a job.
    1.  I wanted a job that I was excited to go to each day, where I enjoyed the people I worked with and what I did.
    2. I wanted a job that made me feel good about myself, where I could be happy and proud of what I did.
    3. I wanted to make other people feel good about themselves, and to do something with my hands to bring joy to others.

I knew the first time I picked up my cheap plastic school shears that I had fallen in love with this profession. The moment I put my hands in someone's hair, I know that they're trusting me to make them feel and look beautiful, and the fact that I can do this brings me an untold amount of joy. To get to be creative every day, and to do something different every day, and to interact with so many people on so many different levels, this is what I wanted in a job. There is always something to learn, a better way to do something, and a different way to get to the end result.

Every morning when I walk into my work, and the sun is coming through the windows at just the right angle, I sit in the silence and just feel lucky. I am lucky to have found a place that I love and where I belong, doing what makes me happy. I can ask for no more than that.