While after hour freedom includes hiking and ice skating, the warmth of the sun rays between the trees on my make-up free, sunscreened skin and the glide of making endless circles swishing around the ice to music pumping through arena speakers, it is the on-hour time of hair cutting that causes me to get lost in its rhythm.
Inhaling fresh outdoor tree hugging air or crisp and cold 40 degree rink steamed breath is refreshing, yet it is actually crafting a haircut, the flow of technique, where will each strand land, and how will I frame locks around the face, are what I truly lose myself in.
Lately I have grappled with my chosen profession as the toxins in products have increased I have debated a new career. Writing this reminds me of how I can concentrate on the cut and use mild lighteners for lifting lights before saturating with vibrant colors or remaining blonde. Continue my craft with intention. Challenge on.
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