Dear Clients; 

Dear clients, and friends, and extended family members. My husband and I got into a conversation this morning that made me think. 

We are essentially like a family. An extended family essentially. Cousins, aunts, sisters, nieces, best friends….etc. In some way, shape, or form EVERYONE who has walked in my door has impacted my life in some way. Some impacts have created life-long friendships. Some impacts have hit me causing me to fall to my knees in despair. 

I LOVE deeply with no judgement. We live in a world where it’s essentially weird to love “thy neighbor” and I simply can’t help it. I won’t say I like everyone who’s walked in my door but there’s generally a mutualism in this. When this happens one of two things happen. It becomes an interesting relationship of time, or that person walks out and I never see her again (generally). God (or whatever higher power you believe in) has this funny way of working on relationships between people if given the opportunity. I LOVE my opportunities! Everyday is a day that I get to fall more in love with the uniqueness of each person who sits across from me. In the 7 years I’ve been in this business it’s only been about the last 2 years that I’ve literally LOVED my job. I quit focusing on the fact that “doing nails” isn’t my dream job.
 

God knew what he was doing. God knew I needed a career based on relationships with women that changed lives. Mine and theirs. It’s why I wanted to be a women’s therapist. I get to DO THIS EVERYDAY! It the COOLEST job ever! I get to sit and be relational everyday. I’ve been given the opportunity by God to make amazing friends and extended family. I say “by God” because I BEGGED him to put me in a job where I would work with women everyday. It wasn’t the job I had lined out for me but it was the job He lined out for me. 

A little fact about me…..I HATED this job for YEARS. I went to school and I have my BS in psychology. I was working on getting into a program for my Masters and PhD. I was going to be a psychologist for women. It was my DREAM job. It was THE JOB I knew I was supposed to do. But God had a different job title for me. I wanted the fancy title Dr. Bridget Wehde PhD. But I have something BETTER. I have a title I’ve EARNED. Bridget Wehde- Nail tech, friend, sister, aunt, cousin, whatever it becomes (because it ALWAYS becomes something). And this is where I should apologize. 

Why am I apologizing? Because as the weeks, months, and years go by, one of us will do something that’ll hurt a little. Not even on purpose. I have so many examples I wouldn’t even know where to start. The problem with hurt is that no one wants to confront it. People WILL confront it over TEXT. I don’t advocate this in the slightest. If possible always a phone call or wait till we can be in front of each other to address it. If I hurt your feelings I will OWN it. I will put it on as armor and then apologize with the hopes that we can win the battle together. After that, I can take off my armor and we can move on in our relationship. In some instances it’s like a marriage. Love, confront, work through it, move on. My relationship with you is really no different. 

Some of you KNOW me better than my own biological extended family. Why? Because if I’ve told you something personal about me it means two things:

1. I trust you with that information 
2. I look at you and see more than $35 in my chair. I see my FRIEND. Someone Ive developed an equal trust. 

Some relationships are just starting while others have been in the works for YEARS. 

To the amazing women in my life; THANK YOU. Thank you for the incredible friendships! To the women I’ve yet to meet; I look forward to meeting you. I’m perfectly imperfect. I have lots of flaws. I’ve made lots of mistakes. I look forward to the years ahead we have together.

embracing the journey one person at a time

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