At that exact moment, I spaced out and just realized this was not the right fit for me. I was destined for greatness. I no longer wished to be making $600 every two weeks busting my butt off. I was not happy, no longer loved what I did, and sure was not making enough to make a living.
The following day, I put my two weeks in. My manager offered me to work part- time, weekends only, but that was not good enough for me. She gave me the option to leave, and so I did. I thanked her for the experience and packed my stuff from my station and heard all the whispers behind me. I did not look back, I walked out and felt a sense of relief knowing I was free.
A year later here I am, sitting in building D at Moraine Valley Community College, the beginning of a new journey. Failure is a step forward in the right direction. Working as a h airstylist was not a waste of time for me. I learned some of life’s greatest lessons. Someone’s opinion does not have to become my reality. I have built strength, confidence, but most important I have hit rock bottom and picked myself back up. I now understand all the things my parents warned me about. In life, I am going to encounter disappointment, doubting, but I am not a quitter. I have to take risks in life in order to find my