Taking a giant leap. Quitting my comfy cozy 9 to 5er to go back to a salon and start from scratch. Apparently I really want my license to cut hair. Who knew? I mean I've always known I loved it. From the time the neighborhood girls were sneaking into my house to have me put some god awful shade of pink or green or purple in there hair.

I'd have bleach all over the walls and black box dye stains all over my mothers tub. I would sit there for hours with her staring at me as I scrubbed with ajax as my punishment.