05/06/2020
Well, life is certainly strange: I’m sitting in my car, packed to the gills with the contents of my salon, behind Sola Riverchase wondering WTF am I doing **slaps self hard** you’re doing the right thing**wipes tears**
This is the first time in nearly 25 years of doing hair that I’m officially not working in a salon (my new business model involves traveling hair—once we are allowed to work again—and interior/exterior color consulting, slightly different than “Interior Design”...much more organic, client-focused, color and wallpaper expertise to offer... I can guide you through any at-home project, and I’m really cheap (my first visit, 1-hour long, is $50!)!! But I digress...
It’s a beautiful day, and I’m leaving “the salon world” to strike out on a new path—a path that I have some control over yet is one that will toss me to-and-fro. That’s part of a new journey. That’s the scary part, but I’ve done this before: jumped off a ledge into a self-made work life. I’ve landed on my feet every time—a little bruised with either a sprained ankle or a broken leg, but I’ve always landed...landed and learned...learned and lived...and lived and loved.
Please don’t get me wrong: I LOVE being a hairstylist, and even though I have advanced degrees in English Composition and Rhetoric, I have a fire within me to bring color and pattern and texture and personality and love and fun into every space on which I consult and every glamorous head-of-hair I do. It’s the same, but different. A new chapter...
Stop!! Go!!
I hear Nietzsche’s wisdom sounding in my head like a bell, a great bell, perhaps a bell in the towers of the Vatican one day, but not now...not today. Today I’m a lowly bell, sounding,
“He who would learn to fly one day must
first learn to stand and walk and run
and climb and dance;
one cannot fly into flying.”
I’m running, climbing, and dancing, and one day, with all the love and support I’ve received throughout this out-of-control, 7+ weeks, I’ll be flying one day. Just you wait.
Look up! You just might see me! ❤️
Thank you to all who have gotten me to this mid-life-crisis-during-a-pandemic-but-when-WOULD-I-have-my-mid-life-crisis-but-during-a-pandemic point. I’ll be flying by you soon. 😘❤️❤️❤️❤️
