I’m finally back to work. It took me eight weeks of soul searching, researching the realities of each of my dream businesses, and aligning them to my “Why” to bring me full circle–to the place I started my career.
I had been researching the possibility of opening a coffee shop in a growing area south of town. I found the perfect location, outlined the concept, drafted an initial business plan, and Mike and I met with the bank. But when push came to shove, I just couldn’t do it and was disappointed in myself that I didn’t have the guts to take the risk.
I was also getting lonely. I missed the daily interactions with co-workers, this introvert’s excuse for engaging with people outside my family.
So on a whim I stopped at a salon and picked up an application.
You see, I officially started my career as a cosmetologist, but as a mother of a busy family, I quickly learned that being successful at it meant giving up nights and weekends with my family. So I took an 8 – 4:30 gig that provided the means for me to have my cake and eat it to, at least initially. (But if you’ve read my previous posts, you already know how that story ended.)
Over the years I’ve kept up my license, not because I ever intended–or even wanted–to do hair again, but one never knows when something like that may come in handy. Now I believe it was one of the best decisions I ever made.
As I started talking to salon managers, I began to realize the reason I went in to the cosmetology profession in the first place. It was because…
- I wanted to share beauty, solace, and simplicity with others as they face this hectic, stressful world.
- I believe everyone deserves to feel beautiful, valued, and confident.
- It was a perfect way to practice kindness, patience, and understanding to everyone I came in contact with.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding…!
I’ve had the means to pursue my “why” all along but was too distracted by the fantasy of greener grass to grasp it.
I’ve now been back in the salon for a week and it feels right. While I have more experience in an office, I no longer feel like a fraud. And, just like riding a bike, it all came back the minute I picked up the shears.
I’ve already had a few weird customers and a few perfect ones too, and all of them have shared a piece of themselves with me. Being a little older and wiser, I realize every appointment hasn’t been perfect, but I think (or at least hope) all my customers have left feeling a little bit better than when they came in.
Sometimes when you stop dreaming of the next best thing, you realize you had it all along. So I’m going to focus on this now and make the most of it. Who knows where it will take me.