At some point in our life we come face to face with our fears, whether we like it or not. Today it was my turn to face one of my fears. A friend stop by at my house and asked me to cut her hair, for some reason she wanted me to cut her hair, I tried to avoid the topic for some time but she kept bringing it out finally I decided to accept. After a pep talk from my sister, I took the challenge. She will joined the list of my past victims, sister, two friends, and myself.
I try to refuse, even though she was there already, but she just got mad because I don’t have faith in myself. Finally, after a few nervous laughs I started to get everything ready. It was nerve wrecking. My hands were shaking, I felt as if I was taking my license exam.
Time passed by and I was finished, good or bad the results were we couldn’t do anything anymore. I know it’s not about me, but at the end I was happy with the result. I don’t really know if she likes her haircut or not. I don’t think that she would have said anything after all the time she kept asking me. Too bad I didn’t take a picture of her but I was still too scared to even look at her, so asking her to pose for a picture was out of the question.
Now more than ever my friends are encouraging me to go to beauty school. I was happy to see that I survived and that I didn’t have a panic attack. I can cross this out from my list of fears but some things will remain on the list until I die, things like spiders, snakes, or anything that can eat me or poison me.