About a month ago, I enrolled at a stylist shop, to be a hairstylist. My first day was a hectic one. My boss was making a customer's hair when I arrived.

With an empty stomach, I stood for three hours straight. I felt like I was going to die from standing.

I could feel my body shaking. I felt tired and sick. I got home beauri tired. I didn't even know when I slept off on the bed.

Next day, I began my training. It was very difficult for me to weave. I was already thinking maybe it was a mistake signing up in the first place.

My hands were shaking and sweaty. My boss explained to me countless times, on how to position my hand.

It was a difficult first week. Inwardly, I was already in tears, cause I hate not getting things on time. I was getting frustrated and sad.

Then, I made up my mind. I decided to try one more time, all it took was my determination. I weaved the hair, though it was loose. I was glad I got it right.

I was impressed with my little progress. Then, I tried again and again, before I knew it, my weaving was perfect. Though, it took me almost a week to perfect my weaving,yet, I made my mum's hair during the weekend. And, it came out nice.

I was proud of myself. The smile on my face was beautiful. Weaving problems conquered.

Next, was braid and twist. To pick attachment well, became a problem. I'll twist and twist my hand, only for attachment to remove again.

That day, I went home sad. Like, very sad. I didn't get it again. But, my boss is a nice woman. She kept on encouraging to do it. She said, don't worry, you'll get it tomorrow. At least you didn't get weaving in a day. She told me not to worry. I was a bit relieved. But, still sad.

I couldn't even communicate with my boyfriend well, I just told him I was tired. Following day, I practiced again and i got my braids right. I was super excited. It was a big win for me. Twist wasn't a problem.

Tow weeks after, I think, I made twist with wool for my mum. You won't believe that a girl that just started training two weeks ago made the hair.

The cutting was okay, and the braids, was a bit loose, a bit tight. I was improving.

Now, she taught me how to fix and do closure. I tried it, just once and I got it right.

What did I learn?

To have faith in myself, to be bold, and not to be timid. And never to say I can't, but I can.

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