If you asked me what I though my life would be like at 25, this wasn’t it.  I imagined I would have some high up corporate job, be living in a huge city, in an awesome apartment in a high rise downtown.  The weirdest part is that I didn’t choose that career path at all.  Since childhood I only ever wanted to be two things, well maybe 2.2 things.  They were a zookeeper or a hairdresser.  Except for a brief stint in 8th grade during the career class we were required to take I did my final project on being a secretary.  Way to set those goals high, but that only came about and lasted for the duration of that project, hence the .2.  I ruled zookeeper out early on because I hated the kaki pant and polo shirt uniform.  So superficial coming from someone who at the time wore Arizona jeans from JcPenny and Aeropostale t-shirts thinking they were the absolute shit.  Good lord.

So hairdresser it was.  When I was little I got a real hair mannequin head, the ones they use in hair school, for Christmas one year.  It came with a bunch of rollers and brushes and combs and I was obsessed.  I taught myself how to braid and french braid with it, without the help of youtube I might add at the ripe age of like 8.  I learned how to blow-dry and style hair using it, which now thinking back I don’t know why I didn’t use those skills on my own hair because it was an awful mess until about my senior year of high school when I learned how to use a flat iron.  Again good lord.  Anyways that was my path.  I did all my friends hair for dances at school and I even did the mannequin’s hair in the style I wanted my own for my 8th grade dance.

I knew I still wanted to go to college and have that experience and knew enough that if hairdressing didn’t work out I would have some sort of degree.  My whole 4 years were rough, class wise.  I went with business administration with a concentration in management, so that meant all the math, finance and accounting classes.  I was never good at math, and I don’t know how I passed half of them haaha.  The whole time all I kept saying is “I am going to be a hairdresser, I don’t need to know how to do any of this.”  I didn’t do any internships or any type of volunteer work because, I wasn’t going to try to do anything related to my degree.  That was dumb.

So I went on my merry way, went to hair school in Rhode Island.  Hated Rhode Island.  Left for Denver immediately after I graduated.  I did hair in Denver for a smidge over two years.  The first year was an apprenticeship program which was kinda awful, but the whole time I was being told it would get so much better when you were just doing hair full time.  For me, that was not the case.  I hated actually doing hair so much more.  I took me being unhappy for over a year to actually do something about it.  In August of 2014, I quit.  I got a job working at a Wealth Management company.  It was so stress free and boring, which was the complete opposite of working at the salon.

So now I feel like I am in job limbo.  I have no idea what I want to do with my life.  I worked my whole life towards this goal and dream job only to get there and realize that it was actually awful and not for me.  For the moment I am ok with this.  Not having a direction or end goal is alright for the time being.  Having a plan or timeline didn’t help me that much for the last 15 years, so I think I can function for a second without one.  Here’s hoping!