Good Saturday...

Happy Saturday all. I'm chillin' at home after a longish day of work. I like working a couple Saturdays a month. There's a good vibe in the salon, as it's the weekend and people are ready to get home and relax or go out and have a good time. They are positive, for the most part, and happy to be where they are.
But, alas, I had a moment, yesterday, that broke me. I was doing the hair of one of my most FAVORITE clients. She happens to be a member at the same church of my dear girlfriend that moved on to a MUCH better place earlier this month. As I was in South Carolina during the funeral, I wasn't able to attend. That's something that wears on me still.
Anyway, my client said that she was in awe seeing the whole church PACKED with so many people. People dressed in the typical, dark, mourning colors ... AND THEN SHE SAW A ROW OF BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMEN DRESSED IN PINK. Those were my Cancer-Club girlfriends. I was trying to color my client's hair ... but, after getting this surreal visual, I was crying into her hair AND the color and everything around it. I regrouped, in back, and came back out with the wonderful memory of that beautiful (if sad) day of celebration. My client and I MOVED ON from the conversation. Laughed about our kids and families and jobs and cars and animals and ... I'm damned blessed to be able to have that voice with which to laugh! Blessed to be able to move on ... on my own accord.
Man ... moving on is hard. Listening to old voice mails has become the definition of "dichotomy" for me. Beautiful yet wrong.
xoxo
Anna