It’s widely understood and accepted that nail techs — along with hairstylists, bartenders, and occasionally massage therapists — are a cheap alternative to therapy for many people.

I’ve held hands with thousands of clients over the years while listening to them lament their regrets in life, bemoan their tragedies, and divulge their secrets. Almost always while keeping a non-judgmental demeanor. I attempt to provide guidance when they need it and advice when they ask for it, but mostly what people need is a sympathetic ear. Someone they can talk to who doesn’t make them feel judged.

I try to be there for my clients as they need me. I do the best I can.

And then there are the days when they return the favor. Whether I’m just in need of someone to nod and smile while I rant nonsensically about things they know, or care, nothing about; or when I’m up to a wild scheme that I need a sounding board for; or, sometimes, I’m just having a really rough day and what I really need is a good nail lady.

I have caught a handful of clients unprepared. I once fell to pieces on a client when I tried to explain why no one in the salon was speaking to me. The crying jag took me off guard too, frankly, but I was so grateful for the person holding my hand that day, offering me a great deal of support and comfort in a hushed, conspiratorial tone.

My clients have held my hands through births and deaths and marriages and divorces, kittens, puppies, breakups, salon drama, Facebook drama, blog drama, my drama, other people’s drama.

I can’t thank them enough for that. For the heartfelt hugs and well wishes, as well as the eager anticipation of schemes and plans and adventures I embark on both professionally and personally.