Life With Lexis K.

Welcome back, family! Today I wanted to share a message that has been on my heart for about a week. But first, a little back story: Remember, in my last post, I shared about how I could feel the transition taking place in my life. Maybe I couldn't see all the pieces, but something energetically let me know I was moving from one stage of life to the next. While excited, it's also nerve-racking because a part of me wants to hold on to what's familiar, what's safe, and what's tangible to me. I can be a realist at times.  This means that a part of me was willing to settle into my romantic life. It's bad when you can recognize the cycles, but still make the same choices to stay in them. Textbook insanity, right? This same part of me was also willing to settle into my habits, knowing that they were stunting my growth and limiting my opportunities. But I just  had  to do the things to cope, rather than face those internal battles head-on like I thought I wanted to. Thi...

Hey family. Today I'm doing something that I told myself I would try not to do anymore, and that's write when I'm sad.  But the weekends are hard for me. There is no regular routine at work, no peer or adult contact from coworkers, just me, my kids, and my thoughts, which isn't always a good mix. I know I'm not perfect, but that doesn't stop me from beating myself down for not being so. What can I say? Sorry, I'm a Virgo (RIP to my podcast that never came to fruition). But really I felt this was the perfect time for me to come to the blog and create.  So let's get into it.  I'm sad. And I have been for a while. Now let me preface with I'm thankful for so much. I try to thank God for my life every day because I realize how truly blessed I am. But this gratitude does not replace the sadness that sometimes surrounds me and encapsulates me. Rather than drown out this emotion with substances or with sex I'm choosing to face it head-on. Right here,...

 Hello family,  It's been a while since I sat and wrote something for y'all. I want to write more and truthfully I have been, just on paper. It's ironic that I have my blog, and now I want to publish my personal journal. I know it sounds tooooo revealing. Morbid even. Like why would I want to put my business out there like that? It's really because I want to share a story with people. Not even my story, but the story of my journey. The story of the journey I've taken, but I'm still on right now.  It feels good to write. To get it out. I can remember sneaking journals when I was little. The things I would write to myself, with the fear that someone would read developed over time. Now I think of it, it was censorship really. Because thoughts are one thing, but actions are another. I don't know if I should've been thinking about what I was thinking about, but the actions that were done were a completely different subject.  But let's not even get into th...

Hey family! I know I've been MIA on the blog lately, but y'all know I only write when I get the urge to do so. I was sitting here scrolling, I just finished doing a career tarot reading on myself (my newest hobby), and I decided to write a letter to myself from 5 years ago. I recently saw a video on Instagram about Frank Ocean doing a similar exercise back in 2020 and I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to reflect on my progress. We can get so caught up in where we're trying to go, that we forget or refuse to acknowledge how much progress we've made already. I challenge you to do this exercise, either in your journal or notes app or if you have a blog like me you can write it there. Just find a space to reflect on yourself and write it out :) Dear Alexis from 2018,  It's me Alexis from 2023. Hey, girl hey! First off, I'm so proud of you. Well of me (or is it us?) You've been doing big things these last 3 years. You finally launched your boutique in 2...

Welcome back again family! In today's post, I'll be sharing some basic information about  Human Design . Now, for those who don't know what human design is, please Google it because I can't describe it well honestly. I think about it as a system for self-knowing and exploration. Now I'm definitely a novice on the subject but I wouldn't be moving into my authentic self if I didn't share any new information that I'm learning with y'all. My post today is going to be more of an explanation of my own design rather than explaining the subject itself. Hopefully, I can inspire you to find your own design and research for yourself.  I n Human Design there are four energy types: reflectors projectors manifestors generators In the generator type, there's a subsection called manifesting generators. I just found out that Beyonce and Nicki Minaj are manifesting generators and so am I! I'll describe what this means later in the post. Beyond your energy type...

Edit: Originally written 8/6/2019 Hello again family! I'm happy that you're here with me to share some of your time. A few days ago, I was in one of my moods (those days seem more frequent than usual. Damn retrograde). I was worrying about my financial situation so I decided to look up some people who were millionaires by the age 20. I came across some random website that listed a few of them with only one of them being someone famous or an entertainer. Here's the link if you want to check it out for yourself:  40 Young People Who Became Millionaires Before They Were 20 . As I'm going through the list right, I'm thinking to myself, "These people made money off of simple shit!" One girl used soda bottle tops to make locker decorations. Someone else made jam using his grandmother's recipe. And while yes, there were some extraordinary cases, most of them made their millions by doing pretty average things. Another thing I noticed was a lot of them had ...

What's going on family. It's your cousin Lex here again with another blog post. As usual, thank everyone for checking in, post after post to spend some time with your girl. Today I wanted to share what I feel is one of my biggest shortcomings with y'all. I'm not really a "finisher". Meaning I start but don't finish things. I can count on one hand the things that I've set out to do and actually completed. I used to crotchet all the time, I learned how to the second grade. I would buy yarn and needles every few months or so but never actually finished a project. It's so bad, I once started crocheting Heaven a pair of booties when she was a baby, but only made one shoe. I'm telling you I'm sick with it. And to me, it translates into laziness, which then makes me resent myself. Then I go into these downward spirals of self-loathing and disgust, which drains me and prevents me from actually finishing anything. Even with this blog thing, I ha...