I'd like to dedicate this post to my fashionable geeks. At times, I feel overwhelmed with my course load. I find myself barely having enough time to hit the gym, sleep 6 hours, and wash my hair every other day. It's a challenge finding content to blog, but it's an even bigger challenge finding the time. I remind myself that blogging is supposed to be fun, it's not supposed to feel like homework. I remind myself how and why I started, to release my creative energy into a healthy, positive outlet. To inspire young girls, and guys, that you don't have to have a million bucks to get the job done. Staying true to my brand has translated into my daily life. I remind myself that just how Trendy Trevi is bubbly, sparkly, and pink, Brenda needs to be loving, humble, and generous.
Lately, I've had so much positive energy in my life. So many great things are happening to me it's a little scary. I'm sort of waiting with anticipation to see which one thing, out of everything, will blow up in my face. Is this what I've come to? Expecting the worse, when everything is perfect? Is it impossible for one person to feel this nostalgic?
I'm so grateful for all of the wonderful people in my life. If you're reading this, you know who you are. I love y'all.
I'll be turning 20 this summer. I'm a little nervous to leave my teen years behind. I hear once you enter your 20s, everything in life speeds up. You move out, pay bills, start working full time...etc. etc. The full-time responsibility scares me to death, but then I'm also very excited to be independent.
I think parents have the wrong idea as to why their children want to move out. Not everyone is motivated by clubbing, drugs, and partying every night. I'm honestly overjoyed to have my own place someday to enjoy the silence. Just me. Alone in my thoughts. I'm also ecstatic to decorate. I have this Pinterest thread going on right now, full of inspiration for a small apartment. If I'd ever move out, I'd change up my style a lot. It'd be my first grown-up-girl apartment. I want something more modern, clean and less busy.
Of course, this won't happen for another year and a half, or so, but I'm excited to even fathom the idea that, soon, I'll be an actual adult! I'll be somewhere between a junior and a senior in college...I know, time flies. I remember being s sophomore in high school. The memories are still so fresh, I feel like I lived them yesterday. Everyday I'm awake, I try to take full advantage of life because I see others who don't, and I pity them. How can someone be so depressed, so lazy, and so unmotivated while living in such a beautiful land of opportunity? There are hundreds, of thousands of people who die trying to make it to America, for the same privileges we're so blessed to be born with. This is why I get to upset with the kids of my generation. We were born with a silver spoon in our mouths, and now, we're too lazy to lift our hand to feed ourselves. It's time that everyone take an active interest in their futures.
Don't be useless matter, do something that matters.
I admire others who've managed to keep themselves busy for so long. My father, a man of great success, started from nothing. From an immigrant from Mexico, a fatherless son overcame every stigma once in the States. He didn't leech off the government, he didn't sell contraband, he didn't cheat the system. For as smart as my father is, he didn't have the privilege to attend a university because at a very young age, he needed to support himself. He did, however, exploit his intellect by learning, and perfecting his craft in the fields. My father is an agriculture contractor and I admire him everyday for the work he does. Never has he denied me the things I want. He has always been there for all of us. At times, yes, I get angry with him and my mother, because they'll ground me, but 99.9% of the time I can say they're the best. I hope to one day be as successful as him, in life, in work, and in family. Thank you Dad for being the best dad anybody could've asked for. None of us are perfect, but that's what makes us human. I know I can never repay you for everything, but I hope to continue making you happy for as long as we both live.
My mother has always been my best friend. Together, we've been through hell and back. The older I get, the more I understand and appreciate why she hovers the way she does. I appreciate everything she's taught me, in the kitchen, in style, in relationships, in life. Others often confuse us for sisters, and at times, our relationship feels just like that of two sisters growing up together, fighting, and making up. There isn't a day we don't argue about something. More often than not, it's something minimal that didn't need to get blown out of proportion, but that's okay. I just keep reminding myself that everything is a learning experience. You brought me to this world, and I am forever indebted to you. I hope I've made you proud thus far and I hope to continue learning from one another.
p.s. thanks for buying me the entire SEX & THE CITY collection...I probably won't come out of my room until I'm done with it
xx trendy trevi