I still remember my first day in beauty school.
I was barely 17 and thought I could do anything.
I was excited to start a new adventure...
Something I lived for..
Something I was really good at.
I put my whole heart and soul into it.
I gave it my all.
I loved every minute of it.
I loved the learning, the creating, and the progressing.
I became obsessed.
I wanted to be the best.
It became my creative outlet.
It became who I was.
It was me.
It was how I felt.
I remember when I graduated...
I remember how happy I was.
I felt like I accomplished the impossible.
You see, everyone told me that I couldn't..
I knew I could and would.
I wanted to prove them wrong.
I wanted to make something of myself.
I worked at a Salon...
I liked it, but wanted more.
Then, I got away.
Away from it all.
All the pain, all the emptiness.
I did make something of myself.
I realized who I really was.
I realized what I stood for.
It all happened out on the East.
I continued on with my life...
Served a mission, and fell in love with the East Coast...
and my man.
I felt like something was missing inside.
I needed more.
My husband helped me through.
He inspired me to do what I love.
What I am passionate about.
That passion is...
hair.
Utah does not have reciprocity with Pennsylvania.
I had to take all the test again.
I dug up books I hadn't looked at in almost a decade.
Dave stayed up late to help me study.
He labeled 46 combs.
I labeled more than I can remember.
He stood by me, he supported me.
He helped me through.
He knew more than I did.
He woke up early with me and helped prepare me for the practical.
He drove me to take the theory.
He waited patiently.
He prayed for me, he cheered me on.
I passed.
I still can't believe that I did it.
I never thought I would.
I always thought it would just be a someday a maybe...
but now it is a...
today.
Now ten years later, I feel the same excitement as I did when I started beauty school.
I feel the passion coming back.
I know I can do it.
I know I will succeed.
I will give it my all.
It is who I am.
I was barely 17 and thought I could do anything.
I was excited to start a new adventure...
Something I lived for..
Something I was really good at.
I put my whole heart and soul into it.
I gave it my all.
I loved every minute of it.
I loved the learning, the creating, and the progressing.
I became obsessed.
I wanted to be the best.
It became my creative outlet.
It became who I was.
It was me.
It was how I felt.
I remember when I graduated...
I remember how happy I was.
I felt like I accomplished the impossible.
You see, everyone told me that I couldn't..
I knew I could and would.
I wanted to prove them wrong.
I wanted to make something of myself.
I worked at a Salon...
I liked it, but wanted more.
Then, I got away.
Away from it all.
All the pain, all the emptiness.
I did make something of myself.
I realized who I really was.
I realized what I stood for.
It all happened out on the East.
I continued on with my life...
Served a mission, and fell in love with the East Coast...
and my man.
I felt like something was missing inside.
I needed more.
My husband helped me through.
He inspired me to do what I love.
What I am passionate about.
That passion is...
hair.
Utah does not have reciprocity with Pennsylvania.
I had to take all the test again.
I dug up books I hadn't looked at in almost a decade.
Dave stayed up late to help me study.
He labeled 46 combs.
I labeled more than I can remember.
He stood by me, he supported me.
He helped me through.
He knew more than I did.
He woke up early with me and helped prepare me for the practical.
He drove me to take the theory.
He waited patiently.
He prayed for me, he cheered me on.
I passed.
I still can't believe that I did it.
I never thought I would.
I always thought it would just be a someday a maybe...
but now it is a...
today.
Now ten years later, I feel the same excitement as I did when I started beauty school.
I feel the passion coming back.
I know I can do it.
I know I will succeed.
I will give it my all.
It is who I am.
