Change is probably the only constant one can count on in their lifetime. Change and death and taxes. I always spoke of my affinity of change with a sense of pride. I, it seemed, was unflappable in the face of change. I moved around, I changed jobs, I travelled, I moved across country on a whim. I threw not just caution to the wind but everything else I had too, right down to the kitchen sink.
Or so I thought.
All of the "drastic changes" in my life, for the most part, where precipitated by yours truly. It's pretty easy to accept change when you're the one creating the change. That's not such an easy pill to swallow when the choice is taken from you. I wasn't rolling with the punches, I was being swept into the wild rapids of a river with no idea where it was bringing me.
As anyone who knows me, you know I broke my ankle in August. That meant surgery, two plates and seven pins later. That surgery was followed by two weeks of bed rest,six more of non weight bearing, four of light weight bearing and finally four of full weight bearing assisted by a walking boot. Through sixteen weeks of recovery I tried to remain positive, I absolutely failed btw but that was a post a while back so no sense rehashing it here. The things I tried to focus on to get me through my healing were all the amazing things I was going to do as Miss Fuller Woman and getting back to work.
I LOVED my job. I eat, sleep and breathe hair. Colour is a language that I am fluent in. I loved going to work every morning because that meant I got to see my friends and make them feel good about life for a little while. Hair stylists are magic. Don't get me started about my love affair with makeup...we'll be here all night.
When my surgeon told me that going back to work full time wasn't going to happen for several more months, my heart broke. I've known no other work, no other direction for seventeen years. 17! My time on injury benefits was quickly drawing to a close and I wasn't going to be able to work. I was terrified. I had no other skills. I mean, I can talk to anyone about anything but that's not exactly a skill that employers look for in potential employees...
Or is it.
So here I am, thirty-almost-seven and I am starting a brand new career. I've completed five weeks of the most intense training I think I have ever experienced. I am slowly becoming confident in what it is I need to know to help people make their lives easier. It has been an absolutely terrifying five weeks. Everyday gets a little less scary but I wonder if I will ever find the easy groove in my new career that I found so quickly in my last career. I guess only time will tell.
I would be dishonest if I said I didn't enjoy setting up my new office.
Another exciting note to add. I finally got to see the photos a good friend of mine took of me in August of 2015. She had a few rolls of this funky film left, Kodak EIR, and she asked a few friends if we'd be interested in being her subjects for some portraits. We each got six or seven snaps and that was it. We had to make them count. My friend and I head off into High Park (my favourite place in Toronto) and snapped our pics and held our breath in hopes of striking gold once the prints came back.
I think we did alright...