So if you follow my business Facebook, Ulivo Design, (which if you’re not, you should be) I mentioned that I am going to discuss my inspiration for quitting my jobs and starting my own business, as well as letting everyone know just what the heck Ulivo Design is.
Well basically, my inspiration for starting my own creative business was that I wanted to be able to express my creativity freely and meet new people from all over the world. I’ve held jobs in the past where I was disrespected as an employee and everything I did for my boss just wasn’t good enough. I was always being criticized and pointed out, but never told what I could do to improve. It was frustrating. I was not treated well and I soon realized I deserved better. My greatest advice to any young woman in the position I was in is to never forget how talented you are. Know your worth and do not work for someone who is over critical, yet offers no help in improving. That is not a good work environment and it’s something you don’t have to put up with. So after I graduated college, I took a much-needed vacation to Spain with my mom, uncle, and cousin. We ate and drank our way through the country and then I came back to the states to set out on finding the “perfect job.”
So after I graduated college, I took a much-needed vacation to Spain with my mom, uncle, and cousin. We ate and drank our way through the country and then I came back to the states to set out on finding the “perfect job.” After about two weeks of searching and staring at my computer screen for hours, I decided I wanted to be my own boss, make my own hours, meet new people, and help them share their story.
*some pitchas from my vacaaaa*
As for the name, Ulivo Design, the name comes from, first, my obsession with olives. Ulivo means olive tree in Italian and growing up as a young Brenna, I spent a lot of time at my grandparent’s house. My “Bopu” is a grouchy, adorable old Italian guy who lives off of candy and pasta. During those days at my Nanu & Bopu’s house, I often sat at the table with Bopu, eating our snack of choice: French bread with olive oil and vinegar. He would tell me all sorts of stories while I sat at the table with him and devoured our snack. These are memories I will cherish forever.
So here I am, inspired by my story and hoping that you might be too.
My Nanu & Bopu. Too cute for words.