It’s almost been one year since I’ve posted on my blog. Since my last post, I have gone through great changes, transitions, and self reflection. Within one year I have realized something important, I am a 23 year old college student who doesn’t know what the hell I am doing with my life. Not only do I not know what I’m doing with my life, but I also feel I haven’t been honest with you. So, here I am sitting on my couch, in my granny panties and in my ‘Kinky Boots’ (the musical) baseball t-shirt ready to reintroduce myself to you and tell you about my true, tender self. Welcome to The Meagan Rose Revival.
If you don’t know, my name is Meagan Rose but I feel that’s a giveaway since it’s the name of my blog. First and foremost, I would like to make it known that I empathize with people who mispronounce people’s names because HOLY MOLY that is the story of my life. Except I’m not the one who mispronounces names, it’s the people around me that can’t seem to get my name right. Well, occasionally I might say my own name weird because I have a hard time pronouncing my “g’s”. My first name is pronounced “May-gan”, it’s not “Meg-an” or “Meeee-gan”. If you pronounce it wrong the first time you meet me, no big deal. Please know that I am secretly judging you when we meet a second time, you hug me and say “Meeeeee-gan, it’s so great to see you!”. We might not meet a third time (just kidding, stay calm).
Anyways, since I have submerged myself into adulthood 5 years ago I have been sitting front seat on the roller coaster of life. I’ve become aware of my body and mind, I’ve been on an airplane for the first time in my life, I’ve traveled all over the United States, I’ve spent way too much money on clothes, I’ve worn too high of heels, and I’ve eaten all the right/wrong things. Day by day, I’m learning to latch onto the things I want to carry with me for the rest of my life.
At the age of 18 I was diagnosed with depression and with the depression came anxiety. I have taken a holistic approach to my depression/anxiety so I tend to be my best self when I am living a healthy lifestyle and seeing my therapist weekly. Living a healthy lifestyle 24/7 isn’t always easy when you go to school full time, have a full time job, and love champagne and macaroons. I am an advocate for therapy because without my therapist, my mind would be more complex than it already is and I wouldn’t be as self aware as I am today. I have good days and I have bad days. Some days I can’t get out of bed or on the days when I can get out of bed I end up crying in the middle of a store for reasons I can’t explain. My good days consist of smiles, laughter, adventure, good company, and the occasional random dance party. I’m learning to accept that depression/anxiety is a part of me and even though I have my moments where I think “Why me?”, I am OK that it’s a part of me. It doesn’t make the struggle easier, nor does it make life worse. The one thing I can tell you is I do not let the state of my mental health stop me from continuing to be the best version of myself.
My love for traveling began about two and a half years ago. Surprisingly, that was my first time on an airplane too (I don’t count the time I went to Disney when I was like 4). Since then, I have traveled to 14 different states and explored various cities within those states, multiple times. I have not traveled because I am rich. I have not traveled because I am living this “amazing, perfect blogger/model life”, I have traveled purely for work and the rare vacation/weekend getaway. Traveling is an incredible experience. Each state within the United States has opportunity that I couldn’t begin to dream about if I hadn’t experienced it firsthand. The culture, the diversity, the nature, it’s eye opening. The beaches of Hawaii, the hustle of New York City, the attitude of Los Angeles, the live music of Nashville, the sins of Las Vegas, the southern charm of Texas, the nature of Florida, and the food…EVERYWHERE. Let’s get coffee and I will tell you so much more. For these opportunities, I am purely blessed, humbled, and hooked on traveling.
Fashion, oh fashion. I am a shopaholic, fashion addict, binge shopper, whatever you want to call it, that’s me. I blame my mom for this problem of mine because growing up she always said “if you love it, buy it”. Little did she know that I would grow up to love everything. My love for fashion began when I was 13 and obsessed over the TV show, ‘America’s Next Top Model’. Years down the road I started modeling and my passion for fashion kept growing. I love fashion so much that when I first moved out of my parents house for the first time, I could barely afford eating. Eight months later and I’m still trying to figure out how I can afford to eat. Having a fabulous dress and the perfect pair of shoes is much more important than eating or affording rent in my mind. Am I right? The struggles of being fashion forward. I’m thinking I’ll be a stylist one day but if you’ve read the beginning of this post then you know that I am a 23 year old college student who doesn’t know what the hell I’m doing with my life.
I appreciate ambiance and food. Imagine walking down a busy street in New York City. What lies ahead of you is a beautiful, mint green shop surrounded by a street full of neutral colored shops/restaurants. The mint green shop is going to stick out to you, right? To me, this shop did, by miles. One summer day in June 2016, I found myself walking into that beautiful mint green shop in Soho, New York City. As I approached closer I realized it wasn’t a shop, it was a beautiful bakery. The bakery is called Laduree. This is where I found my love and appreciation for ambiance and most importantly, food. As I walked through the door I instantly felt I was in some part of France, maybe Paris? I wouldn’t know because I’ve never been to Europe but I can only imagine it would have adorable bakeries that would resemble this one. The light fixtures were chandeliers and most of the walls had gold trimming. The curtains and portraits on the wall made me think that the Queen of England herself would have them in her home. In the back of Laduree is what made me head over heels for it. As you walk through the back, two french doors open up to a beautiful garden. Trees and vines dazzled with twinkly lights surround the garden. Bistro chairs and tables, an adorable bar, it’s a dream come true. I could go on and on about the decor. The real treats are the luxurious and yummy pastries, chocolates, and macarons. They are known for their french macarons which are to die for. Literally, I would die for them. Since this day in June 2016, I hunt for the best restaurants, bakeries, and coffee shops that serve the best food and ambiance. Eating should always be an experience in my book.
Again, welcome to The Meagan Rose Revival. Yes, I was inspired by Selena Gomez and her own revival. Within one year of not posting on my blog, I have realized that I miss writing. I miss sharing my experiences with you. I lost myself, put on a lot of different masks, with the mindset that society might like me better. I lost my passions and found them. In the end, I realize I am the best version of myself when I am being myself. I am not perfect. I make a lot of mistakes. I sometimes pronounce my own name wrong. I trip and fall a lot, literally. I laugh at the little things. I have passion in my heart. I go against the grain. I have a gluten full belly and an all natural, Kardashian (not as big) booty. And most importantly, I know I am enough and I am always a work in progress.
Thank you for taking the time to get to know me! I look forward to getting to know you!