So... it's 4:25 am and I'm wide awake. I've been in the bed since 12:30 trying to sleep. At this point I feel like it's futile to try to get some sleep. I'm just going to be cranky in the morning. So instead I lay here blogging from my phone due to these millions of thoughts running around creating chaos in my head. They stretch over many topics from one end of the spectrum to another. See my issue is I'm a planner, a thinker and a researcher. I'm a walking, talking oxymoron. A procrastinational planner??? I don't even understand how that can work. But hey I'm working on it.
So... I'm officially back on my job search (ugh) after helping Joi with the arrangements for AJ. But I'm having a conflict with the type of employment to seek. I need flexibility so I can attend school; while making enough to pay for school, rent, car and pay off debt. Sounds nearly impossible. But if I wait 10 months to start school take a passion of mine, develop it and gain a suitable income it's possible. I'm excited but also weary. I don't want to wait any longer, but if I do I will be able to ensure I complete my degree without any unnecessary distractions. So I'm going to enroll into The Paul Mitchell Cosmotology School.
Hair has always been a passion of mine since I was little. Of course it started with my own hair. I remember the smell in my Grandma's kitchen of hot combs, imperial pressing grease and hair (oh and a little skin here and there); every Sunday, Holiday, Graduation, etc. Loved my ribbons and barrettes in my holiday cookie tin. Lol. I remember my friends from the block and I comparing our tins lol and Spring had a Caboodle. I begged my mom for one over and over because I wanted the best hair accessory collection ever. That's when I fell in love with hair. I remember asking my Grandma how to frenchbraid when I was like 8. 'You know how to do single braids?' *with chest poked out* 'yes Grandma Mary I taught myself' 'well it's the same, you go over and under,but when you go under grab a little hair each time'. It never seemed to work on Barbie's small ass head. Plus my Cabbage Patch doll was rocking a Nikki original bob lol... No braiding there. So I eventually gave up but her words never left me. At 12 I recalledg Mary Montgomery's words, taught myself to braid and became a beast. By then I was relaxing my hair, my moms and straightening mine with a curling iron lol. Oh and let's not forget the microwave ponytails. Around 15 I became a little hood star. All the boys from the block wanted their hair braided. $10 a head lol... *sigh* memories.
Naturally weaving, color and cutting followed. I watch videos all the time to build technique. So why not get paid for it. These Kitchen Beautician prices aren't cutting it. I believe Paul Mitchell offers a side of hair I haven't explored much. I WANT to learn and perfect more skills on top of the knowledge I already hold. Like I said I'm a researcher and I'm running out of resources lol. With my thirst for knowledge and annoying perfectionism I will excel, build loyal clientele and make a great salary. All while having the flexibility I need to complete my degree
Damn it feels good to have a well defined and lit path. God is shining on it he has shown me where to travel. I love him for that and glad I'm finally listening.
Well it's 5:31 am. I'm signing off. *Muah*
