Lordy Lordy almost 40!!!.

Today, it hit me hard. A shock.Tremors running thru my body. I held my head in disbelief. Looking in the mirror checking to see if I need to book for botox. Exhale. There are things that I consider important to me, like my health. My birthday is coming up. I might need some make-up. Prioritize is the key. I feel a sense of discomfort with the wheel of time ticking from the back of my head. Pushing me into a new decade of life. I have no choice but to face whats in front of me. Today was the first step I took in confronting my 40th. There, I said it, FORTY!. Good lord, that was hard. I wonder, if I could turn back time where would I be now? Exactly where would I be? Right here,writing about how old I'm getting. But the good lord and my asian genes has blessed me. I look about 25. The Plan is to celebrate my Day with lots of drinks, talking,laughing and dancing at Club 200 with friends. Where the old barstars retire and die. Petite a mort, a small death.

I can fix hair not crazy.

A new client came to see about getting her roots done. I've never seen her before. She was quite friendly and  very chatty. I thought that we were becoming good friends. Until she started to spill her guts to me. Her problems with her Ex and her old hairdresser. That made me nervous, I don't like to  bash other colleagues that I don't even know. Yet, I had to emphatise with her. She told me she wanted fine weave hilites and refresh the dark underneath from the back. She wanted 3-4 in of hair cut from the back . We picked the color for the bottom and we both agreed. I cut,colored,toned and styled in 3hrs. It looked gorgeous. The color was amazing. She hugged me and tipped me. A job well done. The next day, I get a text from her cousin who comes to the salon regularly. " She hates her hair!" She can still see her roots!" "Her color application was sloppy!" So I called the new client, and asked her what can I do to fix this? She agreed to come down on my dayoff to fix the misstake she claimed I made on her hair. She was apologetic. I told her if your not happy,I will fix it. She agreed. And she asked me if she was being too picky. I said."No." "I would like to see it and I will accomodate you. " Five minutes later, she called and booked with someone else at the salon.

Just came back from trip to Van.

I feel a certain sadness coming home to the prairies. Back to my reality working and striving hard for something to look forward to. I had alot of fun with friends whom I've missed and love. I have not seen  them for years. I always want to move to Vancouver but it takes time and money and alot of planning. I can't just pick up and go, Like I did my early twenties. I have a boyfriend who is handsome and a great suppoter of my quirky character.  We rent a house from his dad. I have a job that is slowy moving me to greater heights. I finally got my red seal hair license. I work at Pinkstar Hair design and Gallery with a great view. Sounds like a great life. But something is missing ....Why am I not happy...could this be the end of my so called comfy life...is this all there is....