I have this client who works in a gray area of therapy here in stuart. She goes further into your childhood, resurfacing real issues that as a child you might not have been able to cope with, and she lets you express them with art. This kind of therapy is actually very new. It really goes deep inside and makes you handle your emotions with the idea that those childhood traumas are what really messed you up.
Now that's not the only thing this client of mine specializes in. She also works on following your dream. You chase those dreams but scare them with your own will. For example I've always wanted to be a in band, i actually formed one in high school. (the queefs) it didn't go very far because i quickly realized what the fuck am i doing here? I dont know shit about music and i cant sing! i told everyone that i didn't have time for our band and as quick as we all formed we also dismembered.
Wendyne owns the solutions therapy office in stuart. She came in last week and I must of been in one of those moods that really show on my face, and the truth is I really was. I was mad because my boss pulled me aside to tell me that she didn't like Shonnie, and that she wanted to let her go. In reality I didn't know what to make of this because Shonnie never did anything and I also had no control of changing how this woman felt.
And then P.J called and she told me about this job in a magazine that needed writers. Ha not that I'm at all adequate for the job, I gave it a little thought. Why not. I do hair because I know its easy to make a lot of money, plus I love fashion and beauty and I love style and this for me gets me THIS close to being in that enviorment. Well it was until i started working down south with all the bird brains.
My new job is all right, its not me to be honest. I don't like the stupid fabric hanging down all over the place, the smell of perms all day, and I really hate the old school trying to be the new school bullshit. NOt only that but the other stylist are older and we dont have shit in common.
So anyways Wendyne came in saw me in this way I can't really describe but if you know me at all you would know what I must be talking about. She asked if I was ok, to which I answerd "yeah sure" without looking her in the eye. Which if you know Wendyne at all you would know that for her is a easy red flag that you are not ok, that you are most likly feeling shit and that you really hate life right now. "Whats going on, you seem not your bright self?" she says with that deep stare that sends a calling through your body.
"Well I dont feel like working for anybody anymore, I'm over it, I'm really over it!" i say. I go on to tell her about the whole thing with Shonnie and feeling so out of place in this salon, that is old, tired, and just not me.
As I'm doing her color we start to talk about what I want, what I've been thinking about doing and what I want to get out of life. I want my own salon, thats more than just trendy, its serious fashion. I want a studio in the back for photography, I want my own makeup line, a dj and a small botique. I want all of this for me and for my personal community. I also want a venue on the side, something people in my age group can really understand.
I need to work harder for this she tells me, I need to go deep deep inside myself and pull from this the idea. I cant let me stop me from this at all, I need to understand that too. The most important thing is that i dont block myself from being happy.
So she's changed me, and i needed to be changed.
