A look inside the mind of a hairstylist.

Admit It…

Alright, admit it, you tell your hairstylist more than you tell your therapist. It’s true. We don’t mind listening. I’ve heard it all. Honestly, I’ve probable heard too much. Truth is, I really enjoy hearing from you. It IS my job to listen and observe. I will occasionally give an opinion. It is completely unbiased. It doesn’t mean I’m not really into the conversation or that I don’t care. It just means that it is your appointment and YOUR time to vent or boast about whatever you choose.

When you laugh, I laugh. When you cry “no one cries alone in my presence” - Dolly Parton also Jenn.

I never want anyone to feel alone when they step into my salon. It’s a place to winter a storm, or light up a room.

I see every family grow together. I see some grow apart. Many of you have watched my little family grow. It’s been a joy to watch and grow with all of you. I can only hope I have helped you half as much as you have healed me. You’ve healed my broken heart. You can me courage when I didn’t know if I could rebuild. You’ve clapped for me when I jumped a hurdle. Mostly you just always make my heart complete.

I owe you more than you know. Your appointments remind me of why I am on this earth. This isn’t just my job. It’s my purpose and passion. So thank you. Really, from the bottom of my heart.

I wake daily knowing I have an horrendous disease that will some day slow me down. Truth be told, I don’t know how to slow down. Nor do I really want to. It pains me greatly to know that I will one day (sooner rather than later) I will have to in order to save my body and comfort my family. *Dont worry, I’m not going anywhere any time soon. Im preparing my heart and yours for the certain future.