i almost didn't write this
These True Story blog posts are the toughest for me to write. Because of this, I almost did not write this one. I could have easily kept it under wraps. Nobody would have noticed. I mean I am only three weeks in this blogging game- nobody to call me out on not posting a True Story this week ( by the way, if you did, I would have been totally flattered).
So yes, I almost ditched because it is tough. Tough because it’s coming from such a personal place. Tough because I want the meaning and message to resonate. Tough because it takes more out of me than any other blog posts I write. Tough because I’m tired dang it!
One of the toughest jobs I had was working for Civello Salons & Spas, also distributor for Aveda in Canada. Much of my time was spent managing people and perception. It was exhausting and oh my, the pressure! Now that was TOUGH!
I remember Saturday mornings - the bustle of highly emotional bridal parties and unstable brides colliding amongst brilliant eccentrics touched with creative hands. Believe me, these were no regular stylists and estheticians, I swear I witnessed magic. Even the tranquil aromas of lavender, eucalyptus and sweet orange that filled the air wouldn’t be enough to calm the volatile ambiance. Saturday’s would become known to be a beautiful mess. I detested Saturday’s for many years- it was freaking tough.
“The tranquil aromas of lavender, eucalyptus and sweet orange that filled the air wouldn’t be enough to calm the volatile ambiance. ”
I spent many Saturday’s of the greater part of my twenties working alongside these magicians day in and out. They are some of the most transparent people I have ever worked with- the heart on your sleeve kind of people. The ones who cannot get behind something they don't believe in kind of people. They were never shy when it would come to a hit or miss anything. They would become some of my best teachers. Needless to say, the job was demanding. I was knee deep in the operations of a massive beauty house and worked non- stop just like my teachers. Freaking tough.
I would have never known my teachers or this lesson if the twenty something version of me quit because it was too difficult. If my Friday nights meant more to me than building the foundation of my career and getting some hard knock experience. But most importantly, I would have never managed to get my hands on the best beautifying elixir that a beauty house could offer - a magnificent tribe of gal pals I still rock and roll with until today and probably forever.
I suppose if you’re willing to slay through all the layers of tough and “dang it I’m tired “ the unanticipated reward can be grander and more meaningful than you could have ever dreamed up for yourself.
So mama- if stuff seems tough right now I’m willing to bet you are tougher. If you’re tired- put your shit kickers up for a bit, but not too long. Do not halt your magnificence - the universe is waiting to downpour a sumptuous dose of something way more than you could have ever imagined for yourself.
This one is dedicated to my all my teachers and my magnificent tribe.
Keep on.
xo
