I have been going through a lot of phases throughout my time at Paul Mitchell the School Fresno. I get burnt out, I fall in love again. It seems to be a never-ending cycle. What I learned this week, though, was that it isn’t that I’m falling out of love with doing hair or makeup; I’m falling out of love with the people that insist on bringing me down.
Last week, I had a client every single day, which is rare. We usually have one, maybe two guests a week. Tuesday, my boyfriend came in to get his hair cut and it looked wonderful. Wednesday, I had a walk-in. She was the cutest little old lady that was looking for a new do. I gave her a cut with layers. She and my teachers were extremely impressed, which was an amazing feeling. Thursday, a friend of mine came in to get six inches cut off. I’m not trying to be one of those hairdressers that chops off a foot of hair when you only want a few inches, so I was pretty nervous. By the end of the cut, she was very pleased. Friday, her mom came in to get a cut, layers and highights. It took about five and a half hours to complete because she has SO. MUCH. HAIR. but I had so much fun doing it. She ended up very pleased and, apparently, a lot of people have been asking her who did her hair! Such an honor! Okay, so, Saturday, I thought that I was going to have the day to relax and work on my doll head. As I was setting up, I was told that I would be working on a male client who needed a trim. I guess that I just assumed that he had typical, short boy hair… But I was wrong. His hair was about the length of mine. I cut an inch off and gave him layers. He was very pleased.
I think that I needed all of that practice to remind myself that I am in love with my career path. Yes, it’s exhausting standing on your feet all day, but it’s going to be so worth it in the end. Which leads me to this: don’t let other people get to you.
I have made amazing friends at school that have already gotten me through so much. For example, in November, just a few days before my birthday, my family and I found out that my Papa was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. He lost so much weight, was in and out of the hospital, and we were sure that nothing would be the same. Luckily, I started school in January, and it made everything better for me. My mind was constantly moving rapidly and I had great friends to put a smile on my face. Other people, even teachers, were making me feel like I couldn’t do what I wanted to do. I just couldn’t be that hairdresser or makeup artist that I’ve been dreaming of being. At times, I felt completely shattered and I didn’t even want to go to school. I needed to be pushed. Now, I’m slowly learning to not allow people to get in my way. I’m doing what I’m doing for a reason. God answered my prayers. Nobody in the world should tear me down. If any of you are pursuing your dreams, don’t allow anyone to stop you. You are your own person. My boyfriend, for example, has aspirations to be a pro baseball player. While the chances are slim to none, who am I or anyone else to take his dreams away? All you have to do is work hard, have faith in yourself, and know that nothing is impossible. [Side note: Today, it is my papa’s birthday, and he is doing great. We find out Wednesday if the chemotherapy is working the way it should be. (Praise God.)]