I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. My kids were growing up and didn't need me home all the time. I wanted to contribute to our household income, and really suck at those home selling businesses. I'm introverted and have social anxiety. Which means I don't have very many friends, and I hate to stand in front of people and talk. I can usually fake my way through it, but I would hate it. My only work experience was training horses, giving riding lessons, and four years in the of Naval Intelligence. I had been a SAHM for 10 years. I applied for a few jobs, but with my large gap in employment, I couldn't even get a foot in the door. So I decided school was what I needed.
I am obsessed with hair and makeup (mostly makeup). I had been playing with my hair, my daughter's hair, and anyone else's that would let me for years, so I decided on beauty school. I was going to become a cosmetologist. I signed up for night classes so that I could continue with my "mommy duties". I was the oldest there. I don't mean just the other students, I mean even older than the instructors. It's a weird feeling.
At first I loved it. I've always been a good student. I would cut, color, and style a doll head all day long. The science of hair color, was fascinating. It was fun. Then, I moved down stairs, where I had to work on actual people, and I was terrified. I loved doing it, but was constantly worried about screwing someone's hair up, of course so was every other student there.
My best friend/hetero life mate/partner in crime had stopped speaking to me shortly after I started school. To this day, I don't really know why, but I have learned not to fight to keep someone in your life that doesn't want to be there. I was devastated. I lost the first true best friend I had ever had, with no explanation, and I just knew that if I tried to talk to her about it, that somehow, even though she had stopped speaking to me, she would make it my fault. She broke my heart.
My husband and I bought a house. So now I was moving, dealing with the stress of homeownership, lost my best friend, and then rumors started around the school of closure. I needed 1600 hours of school to graduate. I had 800 when the school closed it doors. The only school that had night classes, and the only school within an hour's drive. There's more story there, but I'm sure most people are bored as hell, if they even read this far at all. I'll save it for another blog post.
So that was my beauty school journey, there is more to it, but not enough to focus an entire blog to. So I'm changing my blog that never started to just be about me. All the randomness that is me. I'm still obsessed with hair and makeup, but as the title of the blog may have clued you in, I have so many more obsessions. If you read this far, thank you, talk at ya later.
I am obsessed with hair and makeup (mostly makeup). I had been playing with my hair, my daughter's hair, and anyone else's that would let me for years, so I decided on beauty school. I was going to become a cosmetologist. I signed up for night classes so that I could continue with my "mommy duties". I was the oldest there. I don't mean just the other students, I mean even older than the instructors. It's a weird feeling.
At first I loved it. I've always been a good student. I would cut, color, and style a doll head all day long. The science of hair color, was fascinating. It was fun. Then, I moved down stairs, where I had to work on actual people, and I was terrified. I loved doing it, but was constantly worried about screwing someone's hair up, of course so was every other student there.
My best friend/hetero life mate/partner in crime had stopped speaking to me shortly after I started school. To this day, I don't really know why, but I have learned not to fight to keep someone in your life that doesn't want to be there. I was devastated. I lost the first true best friend I had ever had, with no explanation, and I just knew that if I tried to talk to her about it, that somehow, even though she had stopped speaking to me, she would make it my fault. She broke my heart.
My husband and I bought a house. So now I was moving, dealing with the stress of homeownership, lost my best friend, and then rumors started around the school of closure. I needed 1600 hours of school to graduate. I had 800 when the school closed it doors. The only school that had night classes, and the only school within an hour's drive. There's more story there, but I'm sure most people are bored as hell, if they even read this far at all. I'll save it for another blog post.
So that was my beauty school journey, there is more to it, but not enough to focus an entire blog to. So I'm changing my blog that never started to just be about me. All the randomness that is me. I'm still obsessed with hair and makeup, but as the title of the blog may have clued you in, I have so many more obsessions. If you read this far, thank you, talk at ya later.
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