Little Alexx Blog

So, I did my very first very adult thing this past week, of course, other than moving out  of my house, buying my own cars, living on my own, being in complete charge of my financial wellbeing, ect ect ect. But no really, I’m going to sound like a total weirdo, but I made my very first doctor appointment and went to it by myself. Now, before I get messages wondering if I’m okay or not, I’m fine! However, I haven’t had a physical in a while and being the wonderfully healthy college student that I am, (eats ramen and sugar filled foods at midnight), I wanted to just make sure all was well. I know it sounds ridiculous, but this was a big step for me. First off, I’m deathly afraid of the dentist. I pride myself with nice teeth, (thank you, not braces) but LORD, the equipment is terrifying. Aside from the dentist, the doctor’s office is just awful. To be frank, I am a complete hypochondriac and I swear there are moments where I just know I’m dying. I have a really fun habit of looking up my symptoms in the middle of the night on WebMD, (I do not suggest my readers to do this), and completely freaking out because I just KNOW I am the 1% who could potentially have an exotic disease.

Anyways, I’m completely fine, but I did ask for a complete work up and new labs, just to get everything updated. I absolutely hate blood. I can barely see my own without feeling weak at the knees, which works very well with my major… the only blood philosophy majors see are when we get paper cuts from flipping the pages in our books…. Anyways, so I’m in the lab with just the sweetest lab tech ever and he is asking me about my studies and my future plans, and if you know me at all, get me started talking about my studies and I will get VERY into the conversation. So, I turn over to look at him and my eyes briefly look at my arm, where he is taking the blood… the last thing I remember is me slumping in my chair and everything going black. I, the child that I am, passed the hell out at the doctor’s office because I saw the needle in my vein. So fun. Not only that, the very first real adult thing I do on my own, and I completely spaced out on writing my number on the forms and instead wrote my mom’s. So, instead of calling me back, the office called my mom. Some things just never change.

I had my first therapy session in a while the other day. Now that the semester is done, I am now taking my physical and mental health into consideration. (Practicing what I preach.) Anyways, I will admit it was a little nerve wrecking, however I am really glad I am starting back up. My therapist is absolutely wonderful and I am really excited for the new challenges they plan on giving me, as I finish up my last year and a half in Arkansas. I’m ready for the new year, new goals, dreams, and healing.

Branson is still the same old Branson, however I have noticed that every time I come back home, I seem to slip back into who I was before I moved away. Perhaps something to mention to my therapist, or my very public blog…. I really loved growing up in Branson and refuse to let anyone who isn’t from here talk bad about it, but I am glad I grew up and grew out of it. Being in a small town, I think some forget that there is more than inside the Branson bubble. There are real world issues and real problems that are happening to others. The gossip and small town living will follow you just as far as the city limits do. I have learned that personally, having to literally leave my name and who I was before by moving a state away to get away from the madness. There is no place like home, but remember that home is where you are loved. It’s difficult for me to leave Fayetteville, which has become my home, leaving my sweet roommate and best friends for the next few weeks, but I am really excited to back for the holidays and the busy Branson tourist season to make some money…speaking of which, my family has a deli here down town and if want some YUMMY traditional Greek food, which is all homemade, come down and hang out with us!

Alrighty friends, it’s almost January and if you know me at all, it is not simply just January, but my birth-month! Okay, call me high maintenance but every single birthday of my childhood was either snowed in or canceled because of bad weather and honestly, January is just awful in general. It’s right after the hype of Christmas, you feel fat from the holiday and eating the food, it’s right before Valentine’s so you’re just in limbo…. until you remember that it’s the birth-month of Alexandra! And y’all…. it’s the big 21. So, get ready because Alexandra has been cooped up at home in bed for the past few months, waiting until I’m legally allowed to associate with the rest of the already legal part of society.  WOOHOO. Also, I’m going to Vegas with Yiayia and mom in less than a month and we are going to dominate sin city.

Guys, thank you so much for your constant support and my crazy schedule. Next week, there won’t be a blog post because I will taking the day off for Christmas Eve, however the following week, please be expecting something from me… Super excited for the new years and what all I have to share with you!!!! (Super exciting news….)

Kinda obessed with this song currently. Keep up those high hopes.

Today’s Mantra: 

“I AM listening to my intuition and taking inspired action.”

Find your home and love it.

blessings, a