Some stories are hard to start... perhaps that is why fairy tails begin with the phrase 'once upon a time'... authors simply needed a platform to launch from; a phrase to free them from the chains of words swirling around them. Though, in this instance, I'm not sure that phrase works. This story is layered and complex and sticky- peanut butter pontification. None the less, I will give it a shot-
Once upon a time, I went on tour.
I suppose that is where this story begins. With my leaving Los Angeles for a year and traveling the globe with some of the most lovely humans the Universe saw fit to put into my life. I haven't written much about that time. I'm still not sure I have fully processed how much change in created in me.
Tour is not glamorous. You live on a bus with 13 people, are underground most days and your hours of work are strange because, technically, you are always working... or at least I was. I loved tour. I loved knowing exactly what was expected of me. I loved the people I was with day in and day out. I learned a lot about myself and what I actually enjoy and need as a person. And above all I realized something life changing- I loved caring for the boys (men) that I worked for more than I enjoyed my actual job as their 'groomer' (hairstylist).
Tour ended, but then there was promo, then holiday tour, then travel, then back on tour in Asia, then it was March of this year and I wasn't feeling all that into the idea of going back to freelance hairstyling/makeup artisting in LA. I was feeling burned out on the bullshit side of the industry.
I toyed with the idea of getting into food. I love cooking for people and so, maybe, I should do that as a job...
I can get excited about doing anything for about five minutes, then the gremlins creep in and ask me, 'Who the fuck do you think you are? You don't really know how to cook. You aren't a trained chef, you don't actually know what that job would take. GIVE UP'.
*Gremlins are mean*
Time passed. I kept freelancing because... money... but wasn't feeling it. Don't get me wrong, I love doing hair and makeup, I'm good at it, it is a skill I have cultivated, but it (for the time being at least) has stopped resonating with my being (and it is really hard to make yourself take on work that you don't feel lines up with who you are).
More time passed. Life turned upside down. I met a group of woman who changed my life. I found God in Ojai. I surrendered. And the Divine took hold.
A friend of mine and I had a conversation about how all I really want to do is care for people in life. I want to give to them, make lists, write notes, share joy, and help them have the best day, week, night of their lives. My friend then asked that I consider taking a job at The Ace Hotel... in New Orleans.
I never wanted to move to New Orleans, but God, in His (Her) good graces, had something different in mind.
That is where we will start. I think for now that is enough. There will more I promise. Stay tuned.