sometimes I forget that I am living out an answered prayer. I went to college to be a teacher. I came home one day and as I was doing my sister’s hair, my dad said “you should be a hairdresser.” and it wasn’t like over night, but I knew he was right. I tried so hard, but then I called him after a class that I was drowning in. I was so ashamed I said “I don’t think this is for me, I just need to work with my hands.” and he said “Amanda, I will love you no matter what you choose to do.” and that’s the truth. when I went to cosmetology school, and I worked in a hair salon it was fun. I remember my dad saying “I’ve never seen her happier.” and to be honest, that really is the truest thing. it makes me want to cry, because I don’t know who I am without it. I remember when other college girls spent the day at the beach on a Saturday, I was in the hair salon watching and learning, soaking up everything I could. not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I remember thinking “there’s no where else I’d rather be.” I’m just so grateful. I’m so grateful to God that He made me an artist, and that I get a job where I can create and help women feel beautiful and confident. a client came in yesterday saying, I just need to be blonde again, I’m hoping this gets me out of my funk. and I totally understand that, because I’ve been there. I broke up with a guy, I dyed my hair bright red just so I wouln’t recognize the person in the mirror…
hair is meaningful. especially to women. and I know how I feel when my hair looks good, and so I want to give that same feeling to as many people as I possibly can. like you’re on top of the world. like you just got paid, before the bills are due, like just maybe you might change the whole world, because you believe in yourself…you believe that love conquers all, and for a minute life feels beautiful and perfect.
is that too cliche to say? because I believe it.