Hello!
It has been a long time... Over a year, to be precise. There are few ways I can let off some steam. The best outlet for me is dancing, and dancing well. Another is anything cosmetology related. Creating up-dos, cutting people's hair, pampering people with facials, you name it. I feel so much better after serving someone and they appreciate what I do for them. The one thing I hardly ever turn to is writing it all out. In fact, when you feel anything strong, whether it is anger, sadness, joy, or excitement, most people encourage to write it all down. Seeing I do not enjoy writing by hand, I decide to revive my blog, and post pictures, goals, thoughts, etc. So, without further ado, here I go...
Beauty school was a fun, yet dramatic, yet super challenging ride. I got sick of it; I almost quit. Yet one day, something changed inside of me, and I started thinking more of what the client wants instead of what I wanted at the time. (Which was to just sit and play with my mannequin.) Slowly, but surely, I feel like I improved and started doing various haircuts all by myself. The one time I did a color without an instructor there for the consultation, the formula was off, the client was not happy, and I beat myself up about it all the time. To this day, it is hard for me to automatically accept that nobody can just pick up anything and do it perfectly right away. I am grateful for everything I learned in beauty school. I wish I figured all of this out earlier and learned even more. You know what? There are ALWAYS more opportunities to learn, but you cannot sit around and wait for it to come. Get up, seek opportunities yourself!
What have I done since I have come home?
I applied for working at the Tantrum Salon! I am hoping I get this job, because I need the money, I am excited to learn more than the basics, and the salon itself is ADORABLE. It looks like a cute cottage tucked in a magical forest... in the middle of the city. The salon will be a nice haven, and learning/working environment. Plus, if my work hours will allow it, I may most likely have a nanny job in the mornings Tuesday-Friday for one of my most favorite families ever! Their children are so adorable, and well behaved. I just love them to death!
My big brother left for his mission to Chihuahua, Mexico yesterday... I feel part of myself left with him. We are super close, and although this sounds a bit strange, I feel he took the role of father for me personally. As in, he is the main man of my life. Since my dad passed away, there is this gap in my life. When Deborah came home from her mission, I was happy yet sad. We were all united again, but at the same time, we are not. Yes, it was stressful dealing with my dad's depression. It got really hard, to the point I wanted to be away and dance my worries away, and have them stay that way. You cannot wish your worries away, and you definitely cannot run away from them. Stop, stand tall, arm yourself with prayer, and turn around. Heavenly Father does not throw things your way you cannot handle. Have faith. You can do anything.
The final subject I would like to expound upon: I miss dancing so much. I honestly do not remember the last time I danced and truly felt great about it. I feel my technique has gone downhill. I am dying to learn more. I am dying to find a partner I have great dance chemistry with. This partner I speak about does not need to be a boyfriend, just a good friend. My last dance partner is kind of serving his mission. If you are familiar with the song "Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone", yes, that is how I feel. Dancing is not the same without him, much less any of my guyfriends from the good Swing Club days in high school. I cannot look back, I can only look forward at this point.
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