I was 17 graduating high school. I was tested as gifted so I skipped 2nd grade, making me younger than everyone else in my class. After graduation I had zero sense of direction in life, but I started taking classes at a community college. During this time I was so unhappy. At one point I was literally crying after class from the frustration of aimlessness yet still feeling obligated to be there. I finally got tired of forcing myself to give in to the pressure of family and society, and I dropped all my classes. I was working at Ulta at the time and became passionately curious about the beauty industry. There was a stigma I was predisposed to that hairstylists didn’t make good money, and it’s an exhausting job standing all day. It took awhile to commit to enrolling in cosmetology school, going totally against what my dad wanted for me, but I did. And I am so glad I did. Right out of school, I was lucky enough to quickly build a solid clientele, and I began running my own business- all by myself at 20 years old. Today I’m currently booked out 2+ months in the salon making more income than I ever thought I would see as a hair artist.