If you had asked me when I was a child, what I wanted to do when I grow up? I would have said writer. I used to spend hours writing stories and I can not remember a time when I didn’t read at bedtime I love books. However when I hit my teenage years something changed. Yes I still remained creative, but I lost my confidence in writing, I put it down to a tyrant of an English teacher that killed any aspirations I had of being a writer, crushed the confidence I felt when writing as a child, and picked holes in everything I wrote.
I turned my creativity towards hairdressing and got a Saturday job in a hair salon. I turned out to be quite good at it, so came the praise as a reward for my efforts. Hairdressing became a passion and I carved a successful career. I have been lucky, I have had some amazing jobs. I am now a teacher, a job I love. I am always mindful that I never want to be like that English teacher, and kill my student’s creativity and confidence. I want to feed their hunger for the profession, encourage creativity and help them aim high. Realise their dreams.
So yes I am glad I took that path, I have met some incredible people on my journey, have some wonderful experiences and have the odd tale or two to tell.
But there was always that niggle at the back of my mind, what if? I started reading and following blogs and realised there may just be a way to become a writer. But I was terrified that like I was told at school, I would never be good enough. A few of my friends offered support and said they would blog with me, I know they were just being supportive. I must have talked about it for 1 1/2 years. I wanted to write a blog about fashion, hair and make up I think purely because of my professional experience.
