Tonight Brian asked me to cut his hair. Which was funny because I have been entertaining this crazy fantasy for a couple days of what it would be like to cut hair for a living. In spite of the fact that I have never done it… I mean I used to cut my own hair, and I have dyed the hair of friends in the past.

So I agreed, and we set up in the empty dining room with scissors and clippers. I wrapped a sheet around Brian’s shoulders and set to clippin. It took awhile; I was being careful to make it even. But I really enjoyed it — I think it brought out my perfectionist nature.

It turned out well. Brian said we should go to school, me for hairdressing and him for massage, and then open a salon. Hahaha. That would be funny. But it sure is interesting to think about careers that have nothing at all to do with what I am doing now. I could be creative with haircutting, and it’s something people always need. It might be a fun job, especially if I did freelance editing or writing on the side.

Thinkin outside the box.