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Hello again, wonderful humans, Some people change when things fall apart. Others change when things are going exactly to plan. This is Alexis's story. The Kid Who Was Always Somewhere Else In class, Alexis was the bold one. The kid who could hold a side conversation while tracking exactly where the class was in the textbook. Teachers called on her mid-lesson hoping to catch her off guard. They never did. If you know her, you'll know that nothings changed. What looked like distraction was actually something else entirely: a mind wired for multitasking, to connect people and ideas, to move through the world by generating energy and light. It was the first draft of a very particular superpower. Alexis fell in love with photography in high school, and then spent hours in the darkroom at Boston University. Watching images emerge from blank film in the dark, patient and tactile and a little magical. She would lose all track of time. That feeling of making something from nothing would become the compass she'd spend two decades looking for. Twenty Years of Other People's Stories Alexis built a career in marketing and advertising because she loved solving real business problems with creative thinking. For twenty years, she was good at it. Very good at it. She worked her way to the C-suite. She became an expert at telling other people's stories with skill and genuine care. For a long time, she loved it. Then, she didn't. The view from the top was fine. But she found herself wondering why she was telling other people's stories, and not her own. She was pouring her energy into other's dreams. Something felt off. As is often the case, her body figured it out before her brain did. It told her, clearly and repeatedly, to stop. Three beautiful babies in three and a half years. A travel schedule that didn't let up. A career she had poured her heart into that had stopped returning the energy. She finally listened to he body and stopped. Not because she failed, but because it was now time to pour that magical multitasking, storytelling energy into her own dreams. What Fell Into Her Lap But what would she do? To answer that, she needed to hear the voice in her heart, which was being drowned out by her head. Alexis was hosting a dinner for working mothers during SXSW and that voice was finally heard. This is what she was seeking: real community and intimate conversation. We hear this from so many Second Harvesters, opportunities only becomes possible when you've cleared enough space to hear it. When you quite the noisy head enough that the heart can speak. The dinner became the genesis for The Breadwinners. She immediately turned her creative energy towards the idea of sharing stories of remarkable woman spinning the fragile plates of family and executive roles. She started writing. Designing websites and building community. Most importantly, she was creating again. Producing something from nothing. And she noticed she wasn't watching the clock. She was staying up late. Losing track of time, and caring in that way you can only care about something that is truly yours. It felt like that familiar quality of attention she'd had in that darkroom at BU, watching something real appear out of nothing in the dark. The spark hadn't disappeared. It had just needed to be remembered. What a Breadwinners Table Feels Like The clearest proof that something real at the The Breadwinner table is the quality of the women sitting at it. At a recent dinner in San Francisco, one guest almost didn't come. She'd had a really hard week being a physical therapist, founder, and mother, and she just wanted to stay home. She came anyway, and it paid off. Within minutes, she was deep in conversation and had forgotten her excuses. She was lifted by the energy that Breadwinners generates. She wrote afterward: "All the things I am didn't feel like a juggling act for once. They just felt like me. I left with new connections and something harder to name. Rejuvenation, maybe. A reminder that the more I am, the more I have to give. That's what Breadwinners is. Not a networking event. A reclamation." That is the work Alexis is doing. Not a superficial makeover, but a return to the version of herself who lost track of time in the dark, watching something beautiful come into focus. "That's my Second Harvest." says Alexis, "Leaving a 20-year career at its peak not because I failed, but because I finally trusted what my own creativity was trying to tell me. I didn't find a new path, I found my way back to the one I had always loved." You can find Alexis and The Breadwinners at thebreadwinners.co, on Substack at wearethebreadwinners, and on Instagram at @wearethebreadwinners. Her podcast, The Breadwinners Podcast, is worth your time. More stories like this soon. — Richard & Devon |
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