Author Archives: lexileddy12

I am average. I embarrass myself on a regular basis. I rarely wear makeup and when I do, I end up poking myself in the eye. My socks rarely match, I have body image issues and see a therapist regularly. While I’m not in therapy, I also practice real estate in Maine and New Hampshire, am a dog lover/pitbull advocate, fitness enthusiast/bodybuilder, writer, philanthropist, inspirational blogger and a million other things on any given day just like everyone else. Some friendly folks of mine told me I should start a blog. My writing is a little all over the place and some may say it lacks focus. So here’s to wittling away at it – certainly a work in progress, but aren’t we all?

Paying It Forward

The beginning of 2019 I was in a significantly different place than I am now – emotionally, mentally, spiritually. My ex-husband and I had decided to separate. I was living in a winter rental not in the town I had called home for almost 20 years. It was about 20 minutes away from my previousContinue reading “Paying It Forward”

Three Coffee Cans

I grew up in a “working class” household. My dad worked for Home Depot as a Sales Associate and my Mom worked for the State in Health and Human Services. Both are very hard working people. I would describe my parents as a powerhouse in the way they run their household – like a business. AContinue reading “Three Coffee Cans”

Charlie’s Ledge.

I remember the moment I fell in love with real estate. I was 29 and looking for my first home. Prior to finding “the one”, I looked at a bunch of properties my real estate agent at the time, thankfully, guided me away from. She called me one day and said “I found one.” We pulledContinue reading “Charlie’s Ledge.”

Tie Your Laces Before They Become Knots

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t battle with life’s shoelaces of resentment, jealousy, shame, anger, self doubt, insecurity – all of the ugly feelings that come with life. Some days I do sit in my own crankiness and am just angry at the world. I let myself do that, because some days youContinue reading “Tie Your Laces Before They Become Knots”

How To Eat An Elephant

I remember being in elementary school and having to run “the mile” for our physical fitness test. I remember thinking “a mile?! How can they do that to children??” I dreaded it every year. I remember trying and not being able to catch my breath having to walk parts of it. Not my proudest moment.Continue reading “How To Eat An Elephant”

If You Judge A Fish On Its Ability To Climb A Tree… (Part I: Miller)

Albert Einstein once wrote, “Everyone is a genius. If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its whole life believing that it is stupid.” Throughout my life, I have been lucky enough to stumble upon several geniuses disguised as ordinary, yet extraordinary people who have inspired me more thanContinue reading “If You Judge A Fish On Its Ability To Climb A Tree… (Part I: Miller)”

The Man Who Put The Sun In My Sky

There are few days that go by where I don’t think of my grandfather and not only the impact he had on me, but so many others. Veteran’s Day is no exception as he fought for his country as a U.S. Marine in World War II. What I always found so interesting about him isContinue reading “The Man Who Put The Sun In My Sky”

What Is This Trying To Teach Me?

For the most part, I think we are all floating around so preoccupied with our own little worlds, the inconveniences of life, checking boxes, and working on our daily to do lists, that we don’t pay enough attention around us. Wake up, make coffee, work, laundry, go grocery shopping, walk the dog (if you haveContinue reading “What Is This Trying To Teach Me?”

Where My Weirdos At?

Growing up, I was a pretty quiet and unassuming kid flying under the radar. While I was quiet, I did pay close attention to what was going on around me and my wheels were always turning. I was usually terrified of doing or saying anything that may result in a classmate saying something cruel so I justContinue reading “Where My Weirdos At?”

You Better Marry Rich.

I remember as a kid, driving along the NH Seacoast in Rye (Route 1A for those familiar with the area) with a family member and saying “I’m going to live here someday.” “You better marry rich.” While the response to my declaration was innocently intended, it resounded in my head. Quietly to myself I said, “FuckContinue reading “You Better Marry Rich.”