One-eighty

Okay, people.

I know I have been building up the suspense about having news to share with you.

I'm dramatic in that way.

Remember when I told you I didn't know what I was going to do with my life anymore here?

Well this has all sparked from me reflecting on my career choice.

I was planning on finishing up college with a degree in Social Work.

I thought I would be great at it because of my past and because I care so much.

Now I am beginning to realize that I would probably be bad at it because of those very same reasons.

It might be a little too emotional. Too personal. Too close to my heart.

SO, what to do?

I got this job at an awesome salon, right?

I have been in love with it. 

Marry me salon job? Pretty please?

I have been talking to people who work as hair stylists and etheticians, and they love their jobs.

I have always loved doing my hair and make-up, but I figured every girl does, right?

I never saw myself doing that as a career.

Until now.

I love working with people. I love talking and sharing. I love making people feel good. I love sharing life experiences and learning from others.

I thought that all those skills were directing me toward psychology and social work.

Because apparently being a Chatty Kathy isn't a real career. Who knew?

But since I got this job, I'm starting to think they could be better used elsewhere.

All this to say, tomorrow I have an interview at the Paul Mitchell Beauty School in Portland.

I'm going to see what it's all about, explore my new found passion, and see if the school is a fit for me.

Or if they want me. Please want me! 

I am soo nervous.

Not necessarily about the interview, but about this whole shift in my life.

I'm just going where the breeze takes me.

This breeze is blowing pretty hard and it's starting to seem like a hair-dryer.

So, now that the cat's out of the bag, any thoughts? Advice? Words of wisdom?

I'd love to hear your thoughts.