Yesterday I had a client that was one of my absolute favorites. His name is Frank. I wasn't happy to get his ticket because I thought he would be an old, picky, grumpy OLD man! But he was a younger, fresh, and nice guy. We talked about his job for a while, and his kids, and his marriage. I asked him what the key to a happy marriage is and he simply said respect. MUTUAL respect though. And I liked that because most guys are like 'I am king, you are woman, you make sandwich!' But he said it was mutually respecting each other and always compromising. He said that saying 'please' and 'thank you' can mean much much more than saying 'I love you' he told me about how his wife fell in a deep depression in their first five years of marriage and he said how easy it would be to have left her, but how there was much more to gain from helping her and loving her. He opened up about his involvement in the church and he asked me about my membership. So I told him about my baptism and how family circumstances made it difficult and how I was shunned for my calling on seminary council. And it was very interesting because he also described himself as 'the black sheep of his council' he'd had similar problems of being left out and losing friends. He told me not to give up (I didn't have the heart to tell him I did a long time ago) and he told me that he was really glad he came in for a haircut and got me as a stylist. And I'm similarly grateful for the experience of doing his hair and talking with him. I think he is amazing, and I'm always going to try to remember his words on marriage and raising kids. People like this make the industry worth it.
Today me and my teacher Ann were just talking a little bit. And I've heard the story of her late husband, but today she told it again. She told me about how he knew he would die before he was thirty, that he would never see his kids go to school, and that he knew how he would die. He told her exactly what clothes he wanted to be buried in, what music he wanted at his funeral, and he picked out his own casket. He had absolutely no health issues, but he knew he would die. And he did, in a car accident, when he was 29, in the August before his daughter started school. Somehow he knew he was going to die. She was crying when she told me all this, and I was crying too, but she was telling me to illustrate one point. That he knew when he would die, but we don't. So we need to live all that we can, up to our best potential. I'm always saying that I'm too intense or overwhelming for people, and she doesn't know that, but she said those exact words to describe her own way of living and how much it's benefited her. She made me feel like it's all ok. That it's ok to be like fire. As long as I marry someone that's like water. So I can boil them, and they can put me out. That happy medium. It's a curious thing how Ann knows what to say without even being told anything else.
Yesterday Andy texted me and I was an asshole. I felt bad for a little bit, but I only felt bad for Pam, not because I hurt him. Maybe I'm just not a very good person, but at least I'm saying what I really mean.
They didn't use my call in today and I was like woo hoo :))) Hopefully gunna work at a tanning salon soon :) Infections feeling better :)
