I have been going to the same place to
have my hair cut for quite a few years. During
that time I have become very good friends with a number of the hairstylists
that work there. I’m not sure why we
feel compelled to “tell all” when we are sitting in that rotating chair at the
hair salon. Maybe it’s because the
stylist has a very sharp pair of scissors or razor blade so close to our eyes
and ears. Maybe it’s because we have a
captured audience – they can’t walk away.
The hairstylists have to stay and listen until the shampoo, hair cut and
styling are complete. You have their
rapt attention for at least an hour.
The young ladies I chat with the most at
my hair salon are young, pretty and up to date with what is going on. They have listened to stories about Sergei
Kourdakov and the journey of my writing A
Rose for Sergei. During a recent visit I mentioned that I was starting to get cold feet. I was struggling with the publishing dilemma
and my apprehension about making this story public after 40 years. I wondered if maybe just writing everything
down, for my eyes only, would satisfy the need I felt to preserve this story
about Sergei.
Their comments provided encouragement:
“It
would be normal to feel nervous about publishing a book, no matter what the
subject is. There's always a level of
excitement, you would expect that feeling.
It’s a normal reaction.”
“If
it is written from the heart then it will be good.”
“I
always say to go with your gut feeling.
What is your gut telling you to do?”
I appreciate their insight and support.
They are right. All those feelings are a normal
reaction. Their anticipation for me to
finish and publish A Rose for Sergei
is heartfelt. They encourage me in a way
they will never understand. Thank you
Erin, Lindsay and Andrea. Your enthusiasm
and optimism are contagious!
The small framed sign at Lindsay’s work
station sums everything up nicely.
Life is an endless struggle,
full of frustrations and challenges,
but eventually you find a hairstylist
you like!-Magnetic Graffiti©
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