Be a hairdresser?

All my years I remember me as a good schoolgirl, daughter of Popi the hairdresser, who, after “taking the letters”…
I wouldn’t have stayed there at the salon.

That kid must’ve done something after he was a slut…
Well, if that’s what they had to say…

I went to school like a good boy…
I finished my school and everyone was proud of me (I was doing well, my neighbour agreed 😎)
I got a very good job punching my card at 6.15 and at 2.15 I was off work…
Aviation fuel analyses…
Lubricant analyses…
A little pac man…
A little coffee and the day went on…
All ideal!
For someone else…

Sit!
Whose dream was that?
Where are the brushes and scissors I wanted?

I’d get tired of the holidays…
My legs would swell up…
I’d comb through to very long… the pension to forget it!

Yeah, I…
But that’s what I had experienced.
That’s what I learned…
What happened?

I gave up everything you say and followed my dream!

Others thought I was lost.
Others thought I took the bad road (as the song says)

Why am I telling you all this and making you dizzy?

To tell you, my darling sweetheart, that…

LIFE IS YOURS!
With you you sleep, with you you wake… and choose to do what makes you happy!

Hairdressing is…
ART
Hairdressing is…
Expression
It is a profession that will transform people’s hair and moods…

Yes it is tiring (the neighbour was right) … but if you love it and do it with passion…
It will reward you!
Not only financially…
But why you did it!
It will fill your soul!

Do it with passion
Do it “a lot”
Otherwise don’t do it at all!

“And how will I know” you will ask yourself …Trust me!
Life has a way of leading you…

With satisfaction…
Synioraki Mina