Alexa's Confessions

My MindTube of a Maze of Thoughts and Rants

Don’t limit yourself to one type of beautiful; beauty has infinite possibilities.

—Alexa Holcombe

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LIFE.  LOVE.  HAPPINESS.

Most of us have become quite familiar with this trio of words.  Whether it be on a greeting card, a poster, a mug, a bracelet, a shirt, or in a frame in your bathroom over the toilet- it’s everywhere….you can’t escape them!

We read these letters, and in our heads we decipher the meaning of each.  What is life, love and happiness.  Why are they typically and almost always associated with one another?  Do you need love to be happy?  Is a fulfilled life defined by whether or not we have “found” love?  And what type of love?  What type of happiness?  Who’s life?

Or maybe you haven’t really ever done so, never thought much of it.  I myself, have seen this trio probably over a million times, and I never really read them and thought to myself what each means to me.  So here is the first thoughts that comes to mind when I read these words:

Life…

The gift of consciousness. 

Love…

The freedom of your soul and the demise of your ego.

Happiness…

To live each day with gratitude and optimism. 

  -A. Holcombe

Puggy Love

"Run your fingers through my soul.

For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine,

and for once; just once,

understand.”

Don’t Wait. The Time Will Never Be Just Right.

—Napoleon Hill






I was rushing to catch the first bus back to DC at 6:45 in the morning. 





I had hardly slept the night before, and it couldn’t have been warmer than 26 degrees.





And I was running late…as usual! 









But seriously, what bus leaves at 6:45…AM?!?  One should never awake before the sun rises…ever.
EVER!




Anyway,  I entered this park. SO BEAUTIFUL.  It was like a scene from a movie… it was THAT beautiful and perfect.
The cold suddenly became refreshing, and the early morning smell of bagels and eggs in the air teased my belly, people dressed in business suits walking their dogs, the taxis waking up the city to remind them a new day has begun, it was everything you envision a morning in NYC to be.

NYC… you are the city of magic and wonder. 


For real.

I was rushing to catch the first bus back to DC at 6:45 in the morning. 

I had hardly slept the night before, and it couldn’t have been warmer than 26 degrees.

And I was running late…as usual! 

But seriously, what bus leaves at 6:45…AM?!?  One should never awake before the sun rises…ever.

EVER!

Anyway,  I entered this park. SO BEAUTIFUL.  It was like a scene from a movie… it was THAT beautiful and perfect.

The cold suddenly became refreshing, and the early morning smell of bagels and eggs in the air teased my belly, people dressed in business suits walking their dogs, the taxis waking up the city to remind them a new day has begun, it was everything you envision a morning in NYC to be.

NYC… you are the city of magic and wonder. 

For real.


Villages in the UK have turned red telephone boxes into mini libraries.
                       Just take a book and leave one behind.

Awesome.

Villages in the UK have turned red telephone boxes into mini libraries.

                       Just take a book and leave one behind.

Awesome.

(Source: vanimore, via bookporn)