Growing up, I never imagined I’d become a hairstylist. It wasn’t a dream I held, a goal I talked about, or even something I considered. But apparently, the universe had other plans.

During my junior year of high school, my guidance counselor enrolled me in a technical program. I ended up in a two-year cosmetology course—not because I had a passion for it, but simply to have something to do after school. In fact, my plan was to quit eventually. I figured one day I just wouldn’t show up anymore.

But that all changed when my teachers began to notice something in me. They pointed out early on that I had a natural talent—telling me I was even better than all the girls in the class. I didn’t care much at the time. It didn’t feel like something I truly wanted to pursue.

Still, my instructors saw potential in me that I hadn’t seen in myself. They convinced me to stay, and looking back, it was one of the best decisions I could have made.

Becoming a hairstylist gave me more than a career—it gave me an outlet for creativity. It gave me independence and allowed me to be my own boss. Most of all, it gave me the opportunity to meet and work with extraordinary, beautiful women from all walks of life.

I enjoy being a hairstylist. And if I may say so myself—I’m very good at it.