Sunday, January 16, 2011

When I grow up...

                                                          (Picture by Vijana FM)

Growing up takes a lot on our behalf I'll tell you that much! As life takes it's turns, were forced in a way to accept our paths the way they're supposed to lead you agree?
Well, let's see what we got:

-Whether you're born a BOY or a GIRL, you're automatically supposed to fit this certain mold of either becoming a "macho blue smurf" or a "pink lady" (I was dressed up in yellow)

-Once you're old enough to run around and be a spaz, then you're either signed up for Baseball or Dance Classes (in my case, it was Baseball...and yes, I hit the ball!)

-In school you write a one paragraph assignment on what you want to be when you "Grow Up"...usually the norm answers are Firefighter, Doctor, Policeman, Model, Ballerina, etc. (I always wanted to be a wrestler like Hulk Hogan)

-As a teen is when you're entering the world of torture with everyone dissecting you from what you look like to what you wear and how fat you're getting (acting like a "true grrr" boy was hard enough as it was for me)

-Now upon  high school graduation, depending on your grades and family's income of course, is when the pressure's on to lead a "Path of Success" so that you won't go hungry and live with your parents for the rest of your life (I'm a 3rd generation hairstylist in my family, I tried denying my true self, annnnd it didn't work)

-Then love comes in the picture and just snowballs everything and every plan you were looking to achieve and carefully thought out... that is if you let it (My exes would tell you that I was too much of a workaholic, but there's 2 sides to every story)

This brings us to NOW...whether were in our early-late 20's, 30's, 40's or 50's we go back to the good ol' statement, "When I grow up...." and we start to reflect on what choices we made that really made us who we are today. It takes blood, sweat and tears to really survive in a harsh world like ours, let alone simply live in it. We constantly have to have that motivation, the drive that makes us go on day after day.

As much as I love what I do, I've questioned my career more than a thousand times! I've wondered:

"What if I became a regular 9-5 citizen like everyone else? What about if I go back to school for psychology? What if I just stick to a Mon-Fri schedule? What if I moved to Beverly Hills or New York and work in a coffee shop?"

So many times I've asked myself these questions and many more in my head trying to decipher what my ultimate result would be, although, one thing I NEVER said as a kid was that I wanted to become a Hairstylist, and at 17 yrs. old, it simply came to me as a back up plan, 10 years later it became my reason to be. If I can say that the motivation that I have to continue my career thus far is that I simply LOVE to put a smile on a person's face, it give's me great joy to fulfill a happy thought and make someone remember how great they really are and restore the LOVE they once had for themselves.

The ONE thing I did say when I was a kid was that I wanted to be HAPPY and have a FAMILY....I can honestly tell you that even though I never said I wanted to become a Hairstylist and yet became one, I still have the desire to say:

"When I grow up, I want to be HAPPY (which I am truthfully) and have a FAMILY"

Let's remember what we said back when the world wasn't cruel to US, and let US have the motivation to make that come true!
                                                  (Illustration and card by Sandy Turner)

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