Since I was little, the first and only thing I wanted to be was a hairstylist. My grandmother was a hairstylist and had a salon in her house and I lived with her when I was younger. I have been a hairstylist now for almost 10 years. At this point it doesn't feel like I have achieved a
dream, it just feels like I am in a profession that has become a part of my life. Like eating or sleeping, I don't get a thrill out of it- it is just life. Like it has become engraved in me or something. Dreams never stop coming, when you achieve one there is always another to achieve, though it really isn't about achieving them in the end its about being happy with whatever stage you are in.