You didn't fall out of love with hairdressing.
You fell out of love with being available to everyone, all the time, for everything.
The 7am "can you just squeeze me in" texts.
The clients you've had for years who somehow still don't respect your hours.
The lunch you ate at 4pm.
The Monday evening dread that starts creeping in around 6 o'clock.
The lying in a dark room after work just to recover enough to do it all again tomorrow.
You built a brilliant business. And somewhere along the way, it started running you instead of the other way around.
You're not broken. You're burnt out. And there's a difference

