life of lex

RESOLUTION: a formal expression of opinion or intention made, a firm decision to do or not to do something

move. anywhere, preferably far away, or closer to work.

paint more.

create a physical documentation of my travels.

put my phone down. leave it at home. 

be alone. 

get at least two more stamps in my passport.

pay off my student loan

complete a half marathon

road trip

further my career with Goldwell

learn to macrame

learn to play bass

continue to collect moments

yoga daily

drink more tea

take a class

make time to read

go whale watching

quit binge drinking

get another tattoo

be more frugal

make sure the people i love know how much i appreciate them

continue to explore blogging- if anything to organize my own thoughts

continue not to follow

let go of things that no longer serve me

be fearless

grow up but not old

have a freaking shark party

live in the moment

let go of control

continue to laugh at myself constantly

stop worrying about expectations society has in place

be a goober

be healthy

learn to garden

stay organized

try something new every month

promote myself

what you think, you become what you feel, you attract what you imagine, you create. -Buddha

The most freeing feeling in the world is planning a getaway. No matter where my destination, I am in love with the thrill of leaving my routine to explore the unknown. I love being lost somewhere beautiful and strange. When you're not sure where you are going, or if you will ever get back home. When you are your only resource and you just took a bus 20 miles in the wrong direction and ended yourself in "Little Ethiopia."

Yes that exists.

I probably can't afford to travel. I'm not sure I will ever be able to "afford" anything. Discount flights, hostels, public transportation. But, that's the part of traveling I love. The exploration.

Going to a place you have never been before is eye opening. Its sensory overload, magical, a high in itself. I want to see everything there is to see. There is always the question, "Will I ever step foot in this exact spot ever again?"

And when you do...

For the past two years I have gone to California. The first time I went was a lot of "firsts" for me. First time away from home. First flight. First "big girl job" trip. First time to the ocean.

I have always had a lot of expectations for California. My dad had lived there as a child, and with that I was hooked before I even knew what it meant to leave Ohio. Being a daddys girl, I loved the stories I was told about the ocean, piers, people of Cali, Hollywood sign. It was where I wanted to be. My dad even had his surfboard in the garage growing up. Scottys always been a bad ass.

Needless to say, California definitely delivered. I cried the whole way on my first flight. I was 21, blubbering like a baby, chest rash and all. As soon as I stepped off that plane...I was hooked. The heat, the smell,I felt home. Last year I had decided to take a solo trip to Cali. Figured I had a crazy year, why not reflect and find myself 3000 miles away from home? So i booked a flight from Cleveland to Los Angeles and a returning flight from San Diego home to Cleveland. I had planned an "Eat, Pray, Love," self discovery vacation. I felt brave. About a month later my best friend went through a break up with a boy she had been with for six years. She was in need of some "Eat, Pray, Love." She booked this flight, one month after me, and there was one seat left. The one directly next to me. Isn't it ironic? Goosebumps, right? So, back to business. The moment I stepped back onto the Santa Monica Pier, staring into that endless ocean with the warm never ending summer sun, is where I made my self discovery. To be there, made me remember the feeling I had the time before. There is where I reflected on my growth. I felt a year wiser, but younger at heart.

It really makes you realize how much can change in something as short as one year. Everyday being stuck in your same boring monotonous routine, everything seems to never change. This is why every year I plan to go back to California for my birthday. Who doesn't need sun in January. The beginning of the year, get out of the snow, a fresh start to my new age.

This is the perfect time to reflect. Five weeks from today I will begin again. And it can't arrive soon enough.

what is life?

this is a question i am constantly asking myself over and over again. it is insanely unreal how coincidental life can be. this may be a result of overthinking. or giving purpose where purpose is irrelevant..

regardless.

im lex. alexia. almost 24. 

motivated, driven, passionate. cynical. critical. hopeless romantic, i spend my days chemically creating beauties. color is my life. but not my purpose…still undecided.

i love a good book, yet can’t find time to read. i am messy, in the most organized fashion. i would rather wear leggings over anything. ‘cept maýbe no pants. nothing is better than nopants. blue is great.  nothing feels better than purchasing a plane ticket, the feeling of take off is invigorating. i want to see the world, the ocean inspires me. i want to go to space. i never shut up, and i cant stop singing. i am embarrassed to say my cellphone rarely leaves my hand. yoga can heal anyone. this i am sure. wine. tequila. sushi. maybe buttered noodles and hot dogs if were being real. my baby brothers are my life. even though one time they told me to ask for a new laugh for Christmas. as hard as i try to be a Tar Black Soul Bad Bitch ill always be the nice girl who is basically a perfect Martha Stewart/Betty Crocker combo. i get by with a little help from my friends. you may say i’’m a dreamer, but i’’m not the only one. oops i did it again, someone once told me i was really great at being single. compliment or not… debatable, nostalgic for the 1990’s, i would parent trap my parents at any time if possible, i have a kitten. her name is Brodie, she is a girl. i am an open book with plenty of opinions. this is it.