Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again.

Blogging on my 8% iPhone which I'm pretty excited about considering 😜💜. Halfway not that much because this organization of thoughts will be a struggle. I can't access my recent blogs so we're going to do an #alexascurrentthoughts post. Here it goes.

Why are airplanes the best people watching spot there is on earth. Like the guy behind me I swear is the voice over for Pooh. 

Why is the lack of privacy in this world INSANE. I wish people would worry about themselves more. There's a distinct difference between informational and noisy. And just plain rude. 

I can honestly say that I work very hard and care more than most about my career. I don't work for rewards I work for myself because I want to be my ultimate best. For me. That is what makes me happy. My success has came from blood, sweat, and lots of reality. (No tears for Alexa.) With that I've had many mistakes and I learn new lessons everyday. I'm appreciative for the people brought into my life no matter the reason for it. I do believe in "Everyone is brought into your life with a purpose. Either they're a blessing or a lesson." Someone once told me that I didn't know everything. From that day on I vowed to never want to. I like the unknown because it makes my life interesting. I try to always look on the bright side of poor situations. Wise is the new black. 

I want a new purse. 

If you're my friend you will comment and tell me you like my blog or what you want to know. I don't know and like I said talking about my comedy horror is so awkward. Especially since it's real and live. 

3% XO

Alexa 

So much werkin so little time.

Choreo Relief.

Do you ever forget you're human?

I do. But I am comparing this to comic relief in my horror comedy and think it's pretty self explanatory of how I've felt with these insane 12 hour days. When you mentally cannot think about anything besides pizza and who's getting kicked off Amazing Race. I don't even eat pizza. But TG I pulled through and am still here people. The best part is somehow I'm off for an entire week. But really that means nothing. I will still go into work due to mass boredom and over stress of being behind. I like to bet if I can get something completed to my standard that I will do something nice for myself. "Alexa all you have to do is make sure this piece blah blah blah and then you can buy yourself a new Alex and Ani bracelet." But if I don't execute, I stick to my word. It's a game to keep me going basically. Lessons With Alexa. Teaching dance really is a lifestyle. People always say to me "Your life looks so fun and you get to do amazing things!" Yes I do and I am extremely grateful for that. I wouldn't change it for the world! But...

"I've learned the value of hard work, by working hard." 

There really isn't even a minute that I'm not thinking about my job and to-do list. It sounds insane, and it is. Most of my memorization capacity is filled due to music, choreography, rehearsals, useless staging information, costuming, dance mom emails, dancer's birthdays, how to enter a competition deadline late, which day of the week it is, trying to make everyone happy without completely forgetting that you are a human as well, etc. Bottom line, pray for me. 

"Working hard for something we don't care about is called stress. Working hard for something we love is called passion." Insert heart emoji.

Part 3.9-  I earn myself a "Dance Dad."

One of the greatest parts of my dance life. Is that I have a dance dad. Yep, that's what I said. Pirouettes, side leaps, and all. I am partway serious and partway trying to embarrass him/ruin him via social media. (He was not a dancer. But he does get asked all the time if he's apart of a well known contemporary company. Insert crying laughing emoji face.) Here's how this came to be. As Addison and I became more involved in dance and competitions so did my family. My mom, Diane, would help with costumes, hair, makeup, driving to events, and everything else you can think of. One of my favorite newbie dance experiences of myself, is when my mom and I were putting on my false eyelashes for the first time. Most dancers know the glue obviously goes on to the lashes not on to the eyeball. (If you didn't know, I just saved you.) Well we were not as educated and ended up glueing my eyelid completely shut. My dad, Mark, Dance Dad, started off as Mr. Prop Dad like they all do and then turned in to my public relations assistant. This story will keep evolving over time because I just can't give away too much information. But really he is a huge dance supporter and I wouldn't be the choreographer I am today without the support from him and my family.

Short post again my fellow blogging besties. I need to catch up on at least 8 hours of sleep. Lots of new opportunities and announcements happening this week that I'm excited to share with you all. I recently have signed on with DanceOn as a YouTube partner, choreographer, and so blessed to have this amazing opportunity. More coming SOON! Happy sleeping and hopefully no insomnia. 

Alexa XO

Clothes Over Bros. Blogging Over Sleep.

In honor of national not having/never having a boyfriend day.

Besides the fact that I'm totally against having a wedding or even getting married in the first place, dance is my boyfriend. Look for Alexa Moffett as staring role of The Bachelorette 2019. Haha, you think I'm kidding. The hardest part of life as a 21 year old going on old is unless you're under the age of 11 or over the age of 50 we have nothing in common. Child at heart and brain of an 85 year old women. Although if you think you fit this criteria (which is no one ever) then please feel free to "slide into the DM's" as my kids say or add to my now 21,163 unreads. "Just because you don't have a prince, does not mean you are not a princess." Lessons with Alexa. Short post tonight because this heading should really be called "choreo overload" or "go to bed and stop blogging." These 12 hour days are really testing my coffee endurance and intruding in my nightly online shopping. 

Part 3 The Chosen One

I think eventually I outgrew the dreaded student stage and became the back left corner dancer. Which was not fine with perfectionist Alexa. I wanted "the solo" and to be friends with the little blonde girl. I of course was fan-girling over this dancer and eventually was going to have to meet her in real life. I strongly live by "20 seconds of courage" from one of my favorite movies. Try it, it actually works. So without hesitation I finally introduced myself. I always get what I want. (Lol because I'm mocking myself for tweeting this weeks ago.) But this time I did. Little feather boa blonde girl, also named Lauren, became one of my best friends and we are still going strong today. Just as I had predicted. But no guys I didn't get the feather boa... Just yet. There was still much more work and commitment to be done to hopefully meet my goal. 

My competition classes were getting better and I still strutted in everyday wearing my one purple velvet leotard. Which reminds me to mention how fortunate child dancers are today. All of their custom dance wear their moms put so much work into finding, sewing, altering, etc. (That was a mom compliment.) My family didn't have a lot of extra money to spend and my one leotard was perfectly alright with me. I actually even made friends with 2 girls in my class. One by choice and one forcefully. I think these classes are where I learned to have such thick skin at a young age. Actually I know. Dance is full of rejection and you have to learn that you win some, you lose some. I am blessed to have very supportive family members who helped me and gave me the encouragement at home to keep following my dreams. 

Along with starting dance also came the "chosen child" following in my footsteps. Yes, you guessed it, my sister Addison. (Who has been asking everyday where her mention in my blog is. Here you go rainbow.) We are 4 1/2 years apart and as most of you know, she is my best friend, tweetle dum, and sidekick for life. She started off in a recreational tap/ballet class but was soon added to the competition team because of her natural facility for dance. I was jealous of her lack of commitment and quick ability at picking up this activity. She was always the one laying on the couch feeding herself grapes while I was shuffling away on my tap board (my mom had made so I didn't ruin ALL the hard work floors) still attempting to figure out the difference between a single and triple time step. I hope you all know or trust me I could still win a time step battle to this day. My favorite memory of child Addison is when I used to force her to learn "solos" from me and dress her up for performances in my living room. Lighting, staging, makeup, and all. (Random Alexa child moment: Once my mom brought me to a "makeup class" for gymnastics and I was so happy to go until I arrived and realized it was the you had to go in the gym kind of class not the pretty kind.) You can imagine how much she enjoyed this. I always have enjoyed being a producer and bossing people around apparently.

Quote: Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard.

I feel as if my scatter brain has gotten the best of me today. Sometimes everything just gets blended together and I'm lost in my own thoughts. Never talk behind someone's back and always say how you feel. Currently I have been reminded quite a bit that not everyone is who they say they are. If you really want to do something or prove something, then get up and do it. Show that you are willing. Commit yourself and work at it everyday. I have learned the hard way that everyone is in it for themselves and if you are willing to offer something out of the goodness of your own heart you will be taken advantage of. You know yourself so trust your instinct and you will always make the decision that is meant to be. 

Wish we luck and elephants (my most favorite animal) on these 12 hours days. 

Alexa XO

Happy National Boyfriend Day.

3 Venti Coffee's a Day Keeps the Doctor Away.

Alexa's Absurd Lyfe Continued.

Actually it doesn't. (Maybe the moms.) It forces you to drag yourself to urgent care every 3 weeks. So don't put excessive amounts of money onto your Starbucks app and you won't end up creating blogs at 3:00am, like me. Lessons with Alexa. But wow guys. I can't thank you enough for your feedback and support for me while I continue my sleepless nights of typing. I actually desperately hate sharing about myself. But don't worry based on recent events my comedy horror is still in full swing and won't be solved any time soon. I although enjoy this about my life because quite frankly, I can't imagine being anything less than impractical. 

Part 2. The Feather Boa and the "Friendy"

The Insomnia Post. Alexa's Absurd Dance Lyfe.

The 3am hour strikes again. 

I am starting this blog despite having still procrastinated on completing any of my to-do list including my 21,167 unread emails. But it is completely necessary. Who doesn't want to read about an over thinking, coffee driven, sleep deprived, dance mom disoriented, anything but average 21 year old? This life is unlike anything you have watched in the movies. Basically a comedy horror plot if that even exists. It does because I live it every day. Guys I am obviously exaggerating the situation but it is quite a story. Where to begin...

The parents, Mark and Diane, attempted enrolling Miss independent Alexa in dance class at age 3. But were automatically shot down when it came to choosing between taking your new pierced earrings out or taking your recital picture. Of course I chose fashion (as always) and left without a single tear. I therefore kept my parents busy with participating in every other sport possible. Cartwheeling in the softball outfields, chatting with my friends in soccer, attending one track meet considering you start running at 7:00am (who does that?!), gymnastics for the trophies (duh), ice skating which I complained of the freezing temperature every session, bossing around my friends on play dates, and the list went on. My next option was mall walking with Mark's credit card but was shut down from that. My Dad, working in retail, met new people everyday and one of his clients suggested I audition to be apart of a competitive dance team. I agreed not knowing it would open my eyes to a whole new world. 

I unknowingly started this insane lifestyle at the age of 10 years old. Which most people would actually consider a late start of a dancer. I didn't think so. Well I mostly didn't even understand what I was getting myself into besides doing the splits "hurt", what in the world is a "triple time step", and a "piro" huh? I auditioned for the team and somehow made it. My teachers told my parents "we're not sure what we're going to do with her, but she has a cute smile so we'll see." I started the following week in my purple velvet leotard I insisted on purchasing for my first official day.

Walking into the studio I was bewildered to be greeted by eleven 7 year olds dressed in full tan tights and sleek black leotards. I immediately thought I had attended the wrong class. I waited frantically and was surprised when the instructor called my name during attendance. I felt out of place being 10 years old with a bunch of 7 year old children. As we started the class I started to feel even more unconfident in myself. These girls could turn, jump, and battement every way around me. I was more lost than a high school freshman with her recent crush. Most things usually came naturally to me but this was something I couldn't fake. I expectantly cried the entire way home hoping I would never have to go back to that evil place again. My parents had always let me have the easy way out, being their oldest and very self-reliant. This time they were not budging. I had committed and I was staying whether I liked it or not. 

Alexa's absurd dance life Part 1 to be continued. I can promise you this story has a point and a lesson. Maybe it doesn't. But I think you'll actually be surprised on how this comedy horror movie came to be. I don't know when I'll write next but I do know this is a lot more entertaining than my emails and texts. So most likely very soon. I don't even know how I advertise this thing or people follow this blog. But I appreciate if you've read and I don't even care if you just scanned like I would probably do (too many words). What I do know is deep down in this plot I love what I do and I am the person I am today because of this lifestyle I live. 

Quote: "Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it."

The only thing missing from this blog is emojis. I will work on that.

Alexa XO