Over twelve years ago I met an artist.
What she had was a gift. I never had to tell her what to do. It was like she just knew. Left to create on her own she did the most amazing work.
Today was my last appointment with her.
My hair stylist is retiring and I am grieving. She was the first and only person to ever take charge of my hair and make it look GOOD. She made me feel better about my hair, about myself. I cannot put into words how important and life changing that was.
When I ask patients what they do, often I’ll get the, “I’m JUST a…. fill in the blank.” Hair dresser, office worker, mail handler, Mom, etc. I hate, hate, hate that phrasing.
Never doubt that what you do has an impact. No matter what your job happens to be, it matters to someone.
It matters to me.
Maybe I will find someone just as good.
Maybe I won’t.
I loathe this kind of change so it will be a growing experience regardless but for now, I grieve. She was an artist in the true sense of the word and she will be missed.