How am I going to come up with that kind of money? Also, they determine your need for federal grants by looking at last year's income. Too bad I made way more money last year than ever before. This means that I do not qualify at all for federal aid of any kind.
I have my heart set on esthetician school. Skin care is my gig. Well, really, it's my dream. Growing up, I never had any sort of relationship with makeup or skincare unless my face was an absolute teenage disaster (which was often). If my face was set on wreaking havoc on my overly-sensitive ego, I'd wash my face with Irish Spring until it squeaked, or used copious amounts of my mom's liquid foundation to try and hide said disaster. But really, it was a complete "accident" that I got into the beauty industry in the first place. I was 21, living in San Diego and desperately looking for a job. Near my apartment, there was a newly-opened beauty boutique that had a "Now Hiring" sign out front. I went inside and asked if the position(s) had been filled. Fast forward to a couple weeks later. I interviewed, and a week after that, I was offered a part-time position selling and educating customers on everything beauty. I was terrified. But I'm a quick learner, and I did really well. I found myself taking home literature on everything I could get my hands on, especially skincare. Also, there was an esthetician who offered facial and waxing services at the boutique. I would pick her brain about ingredients and products, makeup application technique, all that. I was fascinated. Totally and completely hooked. It's been three years, and even though it is a hard industry to stomach sometimes (the bureaucracy, most specifically), it is totally rewarding.
I was promoted quickly to assistant manager of the store. It was a great experience, but being family owned, it didn't pay much. I think I got a quarter for my promotion. Anyway, one of the girls I had worked with at the boutique had worked for Nordstrom and loved it, so she suggested I find out if I might find work there too. I applied, interviewed and got the job. I was there for a year and a half before moving back home. I absolutely LOVED the counter I was assigned to. I worked with medical grade skin care, learned to operate this machine that takes pictures of the lower levels of your skin to detect sun damage. I got to meet so many different people, some from the industry, some clients. But this job gave me the opportunity to listen to customer's concerns (skin and otherwise), and help them fix whatever they needed help with fixing. I worked with many, many talented makeup artists, and learned tons about color.
My passion for skincare and the cosmetics industry is unyielding. I am certain this is what I want to do with my life, professionally. I'm just nervous that something like not being able to afford tuition is going to get in my way. But I can't let worry stop me from my dream, can I? Worrying does nothing except for instill fear into your brain. I don't really want that to happen, I just want to start doing facials and waxing cooches and eyebrows.
I found something to bring me down from my worry cloud, however. Every morning, I get a daily quote emailed to me. This one was delivered to my inbox a couple months ago, and I thought it applicable to my life enough to save it. It just so happens that it popped into my head after I got off the phone with the school's director.
"Worry is a spiritual short sight. Its cure is intelligent faith."
Having "intelligent faith" isn't about believing or following any certain deity or religion. It's about having the knowledge and faith enough in life, love and yourself to know that if it's supposed to, things will work out. If you do your part to achieve your dreams, there is no use to worry about what tomorrow might bring. That's out of your control. Live up to the potential you were given, and the rest, leave up to fate. Or destiny. Or God. Or whatever. I don't find it easy at all, this having faith thing. But I know that it does take practice, so practice I shall.
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