I’m so excited for you guys to meet one of my favorite people ever, Constance Robbins!

Constance reached out to me on Instagram about three years ago and we were instant friends. (Wow, just realized I make a lot of friends on Instagram!)

Constance is a California girl and just opened a gorgeous, all-white, 1300 square foot salon. Pretty cool, right? She’s been a hairstylist for about 15 years and is a freaking badass colorist! (Check out her Instagram page, seriously).

A few weeks back, my American twin, Shirley Hagel had me on her podcast. I had such a fun time I just had to share it over here with you guys. We chat about how we randomly found each other, plus she asked me about parts of my career I’ve never shared online before, like working for Aveda..

It’s safe to say everyone craves feeling understood, right?

It took me a long time of working as a hairstylist to realize that the biggest factor of my success was my communication.

And when I say that I mean, learning how to communicate. It wasn’t something I was ever taught or something I knew to be important. I just assumed (that’s a scary word to use and something I’ve learned I should never do) that people knew what I was talking about and if they didn’t it wasn’t my fault, it was theirs for not understanding.

January 30 2016, is a day I’ll never forget. Looking back it was a pivotal moment in my career… but at the time I wanted to shrink down as small as I could and run away

See, I had the most loveliest client in. I had done her hair before and we were gabbing away while I applied her highlights.

Okay, I’m going to go out on a limb here:

I bet a lot of you don’t have boundaries.

That’s exactly how I used to be. I lived most of my life not even knowing what boundaries were. If someone asked something of me, I had to say yes. I didn’t even know “no” was an option, and I doubt I’m on the only one.

It sucks. Just last week I was sitting on my couch trying to get some work done and I was suddenly so frustrated. You know that feeling when you want to throw something across the room or break something but instead you burst into tears because it’s just too much?

Yeah, that was me. A crying mess, teardrops staining my beautiful tan leather couch. Both Nick and Leroy were staring at me, not really sure if they should console me or be terrified of me.