Life With Lexis K.

Hello there family! Today's post originally came out of nowhere. A few weeks ago, I was sitting on the porch in the 95-degree Texas weather, working on my book (publishing by my birthday). While writing, I saw this butterfly fly around me. I realized I had seen this same type of butterfly fly by over the past few days and at different times of day. Then, I remembered a few weeks ago when a caterpillar fell on my shirt while  I was  walking home. Let this serve as a reminder to you cousin; everything happens for a reason and there are no coincidences in this life.  The caterpillar to the butterfly - symbolic of the cycle of transformation. I realized on the porch that day that God allowed me to see this butterfly again to let me know I'd made it to the final stage of this transformative period. If you go back to older blog posts from this year, you'll notice I've been feeling a change on the horizon: A change in myself, in my career, in my life in general, hell even a ch...

Howdy family! Thank you for returning to the blog  and  congratulations to me for five years officially blogging!  This  is my oldest living project, which truly speaks to my desire and passion for writing. I feel  better  writing, or in Human Design terms, it brings me SATISFACTION.  Today  I'm  at work, burning time, watching the clock go by. For my folks who know about Human Design, clock-watching is one of the worst things to do as a Generator or an MG, but here I am. I wrote in a previous post about my disdain for my current  employment,  and how I feel trapped and like it was a  bad  decision for me overall. That part I can take back,  though . There's no such thing as a  bad  decision , on  the contrary, every choice  works in alignment  for my greatest good.  Knowing that gives me some peace, but  it's still difficult to sit  in this interim waiting period.  Again...

Hey there family! It's me again.  First, can I ramble? Forgive me. I've been binging Sex and the City, so I'm definitely in my Carrie Bradshaw era.  When I was younger, elementary school-aged, I wrote lots of poetry. My 5th-grade reading teacher, Mrs. Latta, gave me a notebook that I would write long-hand poetry almost every day. Mostly, it was just word vomit on a page, but I wrote some pretty decent pieces, too. Unfortunately, I don't have any of my school-aged poetry anymore. Still, I can reminisce on this time in my life in great detail and appreciate my early creativity. I wanted to write a poem today - and title it Perfectly Imperfect.  But I write blog posts now, so I wanted to share some of my thoughts with you. If you're like me, you've read all the relationship-related think-pieces on Twitter (his mama named him Twitter!) I mean between the 50/50 conversations, red pill podcasts, horror stories of marriage mishaps, and 20v1 video clips, there's eno...

This is something that I wrote one day back in 2019. Now that was almost 5 years ago. Again a great opportunity to reflect and check back in with myself. What did I Have need then versus what do I need now? How have I grown? How have I regressed? Thank you God for the opportunity to reflect. June 13, 2019 So, I’m thinking to myself… am I okay? I think this just about every day. Some days it’s yes! I’m great, awesome, fantastic! Some days it’s no, but why am I not? And I spend some time trying to understand what’s making me feel this way. And then some days it’s no. Just no. I don’t want to think about why because I don’t know why. I just feel the way I do, and I don't even want to deal with it. Today is one of those days. I feel like I’m in the negative. I almost got into the neutral zone. I thought, “Well let me find something that will make me feel better”. I google searched “Ways to feel better”, “Ways to be happy”, and “Ways to make more money” (as if that would actually make m...

Howdy family!  It truly brings me so much happiness just to be writing to y'all again. Can I clock my tea for a minute?  As y'all know, I've been on the job hunt crazy the past six months. Over 50 applications done, 5 first round interviews, but only 1 second round. Plenty of LinkedIn posts, new resume with buzzwords, the whole nine yards. With the unsolicited help of an old fling from last year, I landed a job offer at a local nonprofit. Hold before you queue the round of applause, y'all.  On its surface, it was a hybrid position, matched next year's teaching salary, and offered me crazy-level exposure to the local government and diverse business owners in the area. Being an aspiring entrepreneur myself, I thought this would be a win-win situation. My ultimate goal and main reasoning for even bearing the trials of the job market was to get the H-E-L-L out of the toilet bowl that is education, especially in a charter district. Brings me to today's blog title: ...

Welcome back, family! I'm proud of myself for the consistency that I've been showing on the blog lately. Only 6 years in the making, but that's a story for another day (Read my post about the 3 Cs of Success ).  So the other day, I was driving to work, menially scrolling my Twitter feed (don't text and drive), when I came across a tweet about a teenager applying for a position at McDonald's. He was asked, "Why do you want to work here?" and "Why did you choose McDonald's?" While reading the comments I realized, did that interviewer even want a  real  answer? Did he want the teen to say "I need money for Robux and to start saving for grad bash? There's a McDonald's literally on every corner, why not?" I thought about myself in interviews, portraying someone that I hoped would be accepted and seen as valuable by the hiring manager. "Marketing" my best attribute in hopes of filling the position applied for. It sent me...

Welcome back, family! I do some of my best writing when I'm avoiding doing something else. Right now, I'm avoiding doing any work related to this job as I'm drained of my current profession.  In my mind, I know I should be more thankful to have gainful employment, especially in this economy. But I can't help but wonder, is this all to life? I drag myself out of bed every day and sit in my car until the very last minute. My daily commute is up to 45 minutes one way and I don't like anything about the work I'm doing anymore. It's not fun, there's no joy in it, and most days I find myself disheartened and exasperated. I'm officially just here for a paycheck. At one point, I absolutely despised those teachers who you could feel were just there for a paycheck, but in these three short years of being in education, I too have turned into one of those people I hate.  Am I complaining? Mostly I am venting because it's getting harder to get through the day...