So, I don’t celebrate any holidays. Not any traditional ones at least. I hate most of them due to past experiences or downfalls. I just have stayed away from them in general. On the other side, I do want to celebrate something annually to keep me looking forward. Thus a few years ago I devised my own holidays. Two days a year I reflect, remember, acknowledge and make goals. Two days a year I take time out to congratulate myself for the things I’ve accomplished, feel sadness over loss or regrets and make plans for the next six months. I do a little exercise, a little yoga, and drink a lot of water to purify. I chose to use the middle of the year, June and the last Saturday of the month. This year Midway’s Day was June 25th. I also take the end of the year, December and the last Saturday. This year Ending’s Day was December 26th. It seems silly but if you ever celebrated it with me you would understand.
Today we reflect on the last six months. So, as some of you might know, I’m going to school to become a Stylist. This has been more so an undiscovered dream of mine until now. The weird thing is, with the way I grew up, everyone always felt like I was this selfish person and maybe I was. Maybe I was stuck in my own little world of anger and hurt. Maybe I was a selfish child, most of them are. But somewhere, in my mind, I’ve always thought one day I would help people. I have always dreamed of being a writer. An author of amazing adventures to take my readers to different worlds with different problems outside of their own. I still have that dream and I fulfill it every time I finish a new novel. I then had the passion to be an Architect. I wanted to help design shelters and homes for those unfortunate and unfortunately for me, the lack of funds put that dream to a screeching halt.
Then I spent some time floating in the world of working to survive. Holding down a job because it meant I had the luxury to eat steak, go out with my closest friend and buying whatever I wanted. Then after a move to a new state…driving 18 hours to move, I floated for a time in savings. I met the love of my life (WARNING- mushiness) and settled back into working. After tragedy struck, I had to have something to pick myself back up, to keep me moving and I’m still trying to do so. My guy encouraged that I check out Aveda. He’d noticed my inability to stop watching hair videos, my constant advise and frustration that others wouldn’t listen to me because I don’t have a license and etc. He threatened to harass me about it until I at least made an effort to look at the website and I did.
I fell in love with Aveda almost instantly. I loved the photography of the webpage, the honesty and philanthropy of the mission and what the company stood for. Surprisingly, I also loved the fact that there are private owners. I watched all the videos on the website, I watched the testimonials and the Youtube stories of Aveda students (good and bad) and I was hooked. I made an appointment to tour the school right away and I knew I wanted to go as soon as I stepped in. My main reason I could give…it was clean.
I knew that I wanted to make people happy. I wanted to contribute to making someone feel confident, sexy, gorgeous and at their best. I also have purely selfish reasons (:D) of making art out of someone’s hair, being able to look at a masterpiece of color and shine and saying that is mine, learning all the different cuts and bringing my own spin to a modernized one length triangle. I just…am so ready!
Now that it’s “winter” break, I am taking the time to enjoy my off days even though I’m still working. I just made up and ordered new business cards. I cracked open my textbook early so I can be ahead of the game when I start the next phase. I am starting to recruit models for a photo-shoot I want to do so that I can enter and attend the Beacon Awards in Las Vegas this summer.
I’ve also thought of the relationships that have transformed or ended in the last six months. I think of those I am no longer friends with or family I no longer speak to due to disloyalty, dishonesty, to me realizing that I’ve been used or treated poorly, to the ones who stopped talking to me because I moved away, to me realizing that I was the only one making an effort to keep our friendship/relationship alive, to me outgrowing them as a person, to them outgrowing me as a person, to those who judged me and those who trashed me because of my miscarriage. I think of my guy who I love and hold close to my heart. He has been so supportive of me. To those who held my hand during my grief and those who gave me encouragement to move on and hold my head up. I reflect on growing and soothing my soul.
That seemed so down and sad but to pump things back up: I am so ready to continue this new part of my life and I will be sharing it as I go along. I have a lot on my plate what with the book review blog, writing my new novel, my natural hair and Vlog life Youtube channel and keeping myself sane at work while learning new coloring and cutting techniques at school but I can do it. I have always been a strong person and with my new motto and mantra I will achieve all the goals I set out for. I’ve loosely set goals for hair growth, for retaining school knowledge, for losing weight and being healthy and de-stressing for the next six months!
Thanks for being apart of my reflection day!
“IF THINGS DON’T GO AS PLANNED…CHANGE THE PLAN.”