The Sigh

I felt my shoulders relax and the breath leave through my nostrils. I felt my shoulders drop and my neck loosen. I was in my zone. It wasn't yoga or exercise, wasn't massage; it was a haircut. A cut I knew he would like. He would "wear". One he would somedays put product in and others leave wet. A good cut. The kind that 6 weeks later needs a trim but still works. It still lays right and moves well. 

That's my peace. My joy. My passion. 

I walk into this little nook I've created and enjoy sitting here. I say my little prayer over my day. Pray that I have the clarity of thought, the skill of hand, the words to say that will create beauty. Bring out inner beauty. Enhance an amazing canvas. I turn on the coffee maker, the tools, the wax. I take out the trash and sweep the floor. I wipe down the chair and the counters. I turn on the computer and check my day once again. Do I have her perm? Do I have her color? Check, check. I'm ready for you.

When I am home, I am looking. I watch tv differently than most people. What's the story? I don't know but I love the way she pulled back that ponytail. Makeup, shoes, colors, styles. I see all that. I think of that style and I hear the name of a client come through for that look. I watch Pinterest (http://pinterest.com/sizrhpy70/scissor-happy-hair-studio/) for amazing ideas. I look at all the websites. And I am inspired.

When I am out and about I am scouting. That girl at the checkout has no idea that I so want to change her look. The woman who looks frazzled with 2 kids has a great cut! I'm not judging. But this is inspiration to me. The one who lives and breathes hair.

I don't know where this begins. I didn't always want to do hair. I have always been creative. Makeup and hair minded. I didn't do all my friends' hair growing up. Maybe it's a disease. I don't want a cure.

Next time you are here, watch me cut your hair. Look for that zone moment. Listen for the sigh.