"JustTrina"

Hey guys...With all things in life, I let what pays the bills get in the way of my dreams. Day in and out, I dragged myself to a place that brought me no joy to collect a meager check because it was something I was good at. Today I say "no more," and take my power back. This isn't meant to be some polarizing post about cogs and office jobs; it's not now, nor will it ever be something from that place. So here goes! Many may have heard me say "there's your dream, and then there's what pays the bills." I've always been a huge proponent of living your best life, something I got away from. I thought working to attain and maintain things like a home, car, and groceries to the detriment of my mental and physical health was just what adults did. Do not misconstrue, I am happy; I'm just not content, and that is where the discord comes in. I know there is more to life and #adulting does not have to be miserable. I have traveled the world, ...

Sometimes I imagine pulling around the corner see your car, either waiting to take me out or just surprising me with a hangout. Sometimes I imagine you leave something on my doorstep, something I mentioned in passing. Sometimes I imagine you ring my bell and kiss me passionately when I answer...they can’t all be movie kisses, but every now and again it works. Sometimes I imagine getting off work and see you waiting outside. Sometimes I imagine you give me time; unadulterated, to do with as I please. Sometimes it’s spent in silence, others it’s the question game. Sometimes I imagine looking at you from across a room, our connection completely missed by everyone else, but palpable between us. Sometimes I imagine you let me tell you everything, every thought that comes to mind; all without judgment or fear of loss. Sometimes I imagine that my heart swells when you make eye contact with me and smile. Sometimes I imagine you just want to be around me cuz no matter w...

You know, I've been looking for an outlet to deal with all these emotions when I remembered my blog. Actually, I never forgot about it, I just tried coping on my own. Then I had the epiphany that led me to write again: If I died, no one would care. This isn't some "woe is me" kind of blog, it's a matter-of-fact realization that I am about to back up with facts. Maybe stating no one would care seems a little extreme, but it is what it is. Yes, my father would be sad and of COURSE my brother would be devastated. So maybe I retract and state that none of my friends would care. I'm the person that does everything for everyone, so admittedly my absence might be felt. It's just that they wouldn't MISS me.  It would be something like "this is normally something JustTrina handles. Oh well, I'll just do it myself." The world would continue to spin, the sun continue to rise. The problem is that I handle everything for everyone and no one does...

It's been a while since I've written and I think it's time for a return. I tried using normal, human outlets to air my frustrations, desires, and shortcomings; they did not work. Apparently I'm more comfortable posting my life with the possibility of public consumption than dealing in real life. Yet I'm terrible at social media, go figure. Anyways, today's post is about beauty, something I write about more oft than not. This does not mean that I'll be blogging every day nor does it mean that I will NOT be blogging daily. Bottom line: I just don't know. On with it, though. Let me start by stating that while I may have some improvements to make, I'm pretty much happy with who I am. The issue I'm having is getting that to translate to the ones I find attractive. How so? I'll explain. Like the proverbial "little girl" in the Jimmy Eat World song, I'm in the middle. Of everything. I'm not fat, not skinny. Not ugly, not beaut...

Okay, so it's been forever since I've POSTED, sorry. I've written -- just haven't posted. Which means I've really just vented then hit delete. But I'm here; I've got a plan. This isn't a fun plan, but a plan nonetheless. I think I'm posting about it because it makes me accountable, which is something I need, apparently. So, the idea: I'm starting the Dukan Diet TOMORROW. I say tomorrow because it was supposed to be today, but SOMEone (this guy) was wholly unprepared. So it starts tomorrow, where I will post all my stats, progress, feelings, etc. Stay tuned, folks....It's gonna be pretty epic.

Last night I had a Tron party. This party was fantastic and not at all what I'm gonna write about, I just wanted to keep you informed. Anyways, the discussion of romantic comedies came up because my dear friend Alena is all about them when I am not. Why, may you ask? Of COURSE you may!! It's not that I hate or am not into romantic love, I totally am. It's just the ideas I come up with in my brain beat anything that's on the big screen. I LOVE love...I just think the way the journey is portrayed is over-rated. Your typcial storyline: Boy meets girl, likes girl, chases girl and wins. Or vice versa. Someone fights the feeling, decides they're better off as friends then spends about 45 out of 80 minutes crossing the globe/country to find the other and a) take them from their current love, 2) put it all on the line and ask them to take a chance or d) stand in the rain and finally let all the feelings go and move in for a long awaited/anticipated kiss. Fast forward 1 year...