LIFE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN YOU IT HOLDS YOU IN ITS HANDS LIFE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN YOU IT HOLDS YOU IN ITS HANDS LIFE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN YOU IT HOLDS YOU IN ITS HANDS LIFE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN YOU IT HOLDS YOU IN ITS HANDS LIFE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN YOU IT HOLDS YOU IN ITS HANDS LIFE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN YOU IT HOLDS YOU IN ITS HANDS LIFE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN YOU IT HOLDS YOU IN ITS HANDS LIFE HAS NOT FORGOTTEN YOU IT HOLDS YOU IN ITS HANDS
Crazy how one day you love something and the next you don’t. I started doing nails last year but I wanted to pursue it for a long time. I bought the supplies and let it sit in my closet and like many others I picked up the skill during the pandemic while being in quarantine. I love doing nails, the release of creativity and being able to do something amazing for someone one but… every time I try to work at a shop or even try to pursue it full time it doesn’t work out for me. It’s either the money, the clientele or just the management. I feel like I’ve stepped in shit and have been dragging it along for years. Anytime I feel like I’m doing good on the right path to something life comes and drags me back down as if I’m repaying my debt for something I’ve done. I haven’t been happy for years. And I wish sometimes I could just be put out if my misery and just die. It sounds so morbid but it’s the truth. I’m just existing. I’m not living or even surviving at this point. The only thing that brings me some sort of joy is animals. To be able to help them and make sure they’re safe, so I’ve been thinking about changing my career path again. Maybe I can find some peace in my line of work.