I got a job. As an esthetician. Goal realized? Check!
Sometimes you dream a dream and it becomes a reality. And a disappointment. Sometimes you dream a dream and it becomes a reality - and it's everything you dreamed it would be. I'm there. I'm living one of my dreams. I love my job. I go to work each day excited about the opportunities ahead of me. Anxious to see what the day will bring. Of course, since I'm just starting out, my days consist of a lot of laundry (you wouldn't believe the amount of laundry generated in a spa) or cleaning up the backbar and helping co-workers break down or set up rooms. But I'm there and I'm happy to be there. And I'm grateful that every day brings me more joy and experience.
I've had so many dreams in my life. My husband is one of them. My children. Vacations. Events. A triathlon. All these things rolled up into one beautiful dream - one fantastic life. And now, at 53, a career dream. I am proof that it's never too late to do something new. You're never too old to dream.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Who Wants to be a Millionaire....or maybe an Esthetician?
Flash back about 20 years. I'm lying in a dark room. There's music playing. I'm lying on my back in a warm bed. There's a woman there, applying lovely smelling potions to my face. I am calm. Happy. She massages my arms and shoulders...my scalp...my ears. And in this moment, this hour of luxury, I have an epiphany. This is what I want to do with my life. I want to give others this experience. I want to live this atmosphere. I want to breathe it in. I find joy here. I want to be an esthetician.
I'd had a facial before. The room was cold. The esthetician smelled of cigarettes. I walked away none the better for the experience. But this time, it was different. I felt peace. And comfort. And joy. And a calling. For 20 years, this calling has been on the back burner. I've wanted it. I've dreamed of it. But I was in a comfortable job and raising my family. It just wasn't the time.
Fast forward almost 20 years later. I lost my job. In the devastation that comes with losing something that you've worked hard for over a 32 year period, came an excitement for what lie ahead. I would finally go to school and become what I'd dreamed. But then came a job offer to do the same job that I'd always done. Out of fear, I accepted. Fear and my belief that things happen for a reason - that my path included this new job. So I took it. But I also continued my journey to becoming what I'd wanted to be - an esthetician. I signed up for school. I loved school. When I did my first facial, I felt the joy I'd coveted. And it went on. Each facial, each body treatment, each service to a client, brought me new relationships. I met people who needed what I had to give - an hour of relaxation and touch. An hour of solitude and the gift of my attention. I loved it. All of it.
Sure, I'd love to be a millionaire too. As an esthetician, I will never achieve that status unless I win the lottery - which has nothing to do with esthetics! But I can tell you, that being a millionaire has never been my calling. I am so happy that I've followed my heart. Listen closely when your heart speaks. Keep dreaming. Keep dreaming.
I'd had a facial before. The room was cold. The esthetician smelled of cigarettes. I walked away none the better for the experience. But this time, it was different. I felt peace. And comfort. And joy. And a calling. For 20 years, this calling has been on the back burner. I've wanted it. I've dreamed of it. But I was in a comfortable job and raising my family. It just wasn't the time.
Fast forward almost 20 years later. I lost my job. In the devastation that comes with losing something that you've worked hard for over a 32 year period, came an excitement for what lie ahead. I would finally go to school and become what I'd dreamed. But then came a job offer to do the same job that I'd always done. Out of fear, I accepted. Fear and my belief that things happen for a reason - that my path included this new job. So I took it. But I also continued my journey to becoming what I'd wanted to be - an esthetician. I signed up for school. I loved school. When I did my first facial, I felt the joy I'd coveted. And it went on. Each facial, each body treatment, each service to a client, brought me new relationships. I met people who needed what I had to give - an hour of relaxation and touch. An hour of solitude and the gift of my attention. I loved it. All of it.
Sure, I'd love to be a millionaire too. As an esthetician, I will never achieve that status unless I win the lottery - which has nothing to do with esthetics! But I can tell you, that being a millionaire has never been my calling. I am so happy that I've followed my heart. Listen closely when your heart speaks. Keep dreaming. Keep dreaming.
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