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I spend my days listening to peoples stories. I hear about their lives, their children, their families, dreams, hopes and fears. People talk to me. I listen. I create a bond with these people, a friendship and a trust. I would never meet a stranger and tell them about my recent divorce, or how my unhealthy spending habits have sent my family into debt... But people tell me these things. They trust me.
After my last client today I thought about how weird my job is at times. I am someone new to each one of these clients. To some I am Mrs. Party girl, and to others I am a quiet reader who doesn't go out much. I love the President and his policies to my first Cut/Color of the day, and by my last Blow Dry I am a devout Republican... Whatever they WANT to hear, I say. ITS JUST HAIR... But if what I did last night, or how I voted in the last election is different than theirs, I lose a client. Is that weird, or what!? They teach you in beauty school, don't talk about Politics or Religion. I had no idea what that meant. Seems easy enough, but its like putting on a mask each time I go get a new client. Keep the peace, make them feel in control, and speak your part when prompted.

Weird first Blog I guess... Just what was on my mind when I started clicking. Joe has been out of town all week, and I didn't see him much last week. I have had lots of time to think, and reflect. Not only on my silly job, but life in general. I LOVE my life right where it is. I love and treasure my friends and family, but cant help but think something is missing. I love the time with my family, but sometimes I don't fit there either. I don't want to be "lost" when Joe is away, or feel so far away from friends that I resort to bed by 9pm. To some that's a fine life, but I have too many memories to make to stay in all week. I have too much life to live. So I guess its time to reflect on the "problem" I am faced with and find a solution. Here I go...