Friday, April 5, 2013

My Journey, Transitioning from State to State

I left everything behind and came to New York city like most of us do damaged and to try to reinvent myself.
I had left my 20 year marriage,  in the fall of 2009 took the kids & set up a new home for us. During the spring of 2010 a client of mine introduced me to her recently divorced brother in law. We weren't together long when I realized I was falling madly in love with him. Everything was going great, so I thought, until enter Cruella De Vil!! In the fall of that year he started remodeling another women's salon and their universe would connect. The villainous was in a ten year live in relationship and was not available which did not stop them from pursuing each other behind their significant others backs. Which I fell victim to their love. As soon as she was free I was pushed out faster than CC Sabathia can throw to first base. My heart had never broken this bad in all my life. Crushed beyond anything I had ever experienced. I cried day and nite. I lost a ton of weight. I was now down to 90lbs. I couldn't eat, sleep or do hair. My clientele was suffering beyond belief!  The affects of my tragic love was taking a major toll on all aspects of my life. 
    After my divorce I sold my cute little wonderful salon to a complete Narcissus. All my friends who were salon owners said "please don't stay, it's never going to work" and it didn't! 
Miss big shot put such pressure on me, to keep the salon successful. Nasty horrible things were said. I was at such a fragile emotional state at this point of my life, lets throw another dagger in my back. She new I had the ability and the know how to build a large happy clientele and the pressure and my lack of focus put me over the edge! I couldn't do it. I was lucky I was getting up out of bed everyday let alone trying to tend to my clients and help her make her salon a success. I didn't want the responsibility! I wanted to just come in take care of my clients and go home to wallow in my misery! The final
blow took place. I decided all these haters were going to put me Completely over the edge and that's not me. I play to win. And the defeats I was experiencing at this stage of my life were killing me. I was either going to die from anorexia or suicide. Something had to change. I collected my equipment like a thief in the night and walked away forever from my cute salon. More pain to add to my already miserable state of mind. I went to another salon where I could rent a chair and thought wow this will be great. I have such a large clientele all this money will be mine! Well low and behold my grandiosity of financial success was in the gutter as well. I had lost more than half of my book due to clients not liking how far the location of my new salon was. Now, I'm a single mother with two children to support, pressures on!! Hello!!! Could my world crash anymore?!! Two weeks before Christmas!!! ( and we all no as hairstylist you never do a change up at that time of year in our business!)

I leave this salon and go to a friends salon a block away from my original location. With money dwindling and having the two boys to support that's when I said to my self, New York City!! In January of 2012 I started searching for jobs in the city. I landed a job on 5th avenue with a famous hairstylist. Wow! Was I excited. Then came the bomb! These people aren't doing hair like back home?? And what's up with everyone having long ass hair!!! 
What do you mean you don't want product or hairspray?!!! Are  you serious! I'm to get this long ass hair curly without a curling iron?!!! What planet are you people from???!!!!
    It would take me three salon changes to get me with the company I'm with now. I am happy to let the world know I have found "Normal" what I feel is a good functioning salon environment. 
          Come follow me in my hairdressing world in the Upper East side of New York City as I work on rebuilding my life, rebuilding the ability to be a successful hairstylist. 
                                Xoxo

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