According to my extremely hyperbolic mother, I was a “child genius” who taught myself to read when I was three.

According to childhood developmental statistics, I highly doubt that this was true, but I do have proof that I listed “author” as my dream job in kindergarten. By second grade, I took great pride in my daily struts to the fifth-grade classroom to get new chapter books, sporting pigtails and purple wire glasses.

Having devoured everything from The Hunger Games to Anna Karenina by my teenage years, I thankfully developed some handy critical thinking and storytelling skills undoubtably crucial to success in my life and career. But when I pull back the curtain on why I was constantly nose deep in a novel, the picture isn’t very pretty.

I turned to books to avoid my chaotic childhood. Plenty of kids do this, regardless of their circumstances, but I immersed myself in books so I wouldn’t have to confront the difficulties of living in a 2 bedroom house with 7 other people in a dangerous St. Louis neighborhood. The librarian was always my best friend, and the characters in books like Magic Tree House, The Mysterious Benedict Society, and The Clique gave me a much-needed escape from the chaos I faced at home.

As an adult, I left fiction behind for biographies and personal development books, searching for any skill or trick that would help me pull myself out of the environment I grew up in. Even today, in particularly overwhelming moments, my body’s autopilot navigates me to a library or bookstore, where I can scan titles for hours, looking for the answers to my problems.

Five years ago, staring at a pile of self-help books I’d panic ordered during the pandemic, I felt a sharp knowing that none of them would solve my problems this time (not even The Secret!) I’d checked off the boxes and gotten into my dream college, sorority, clubs, and internships, and was heading to work at Google after graduating that upcoming June.

But after an uncharacteristic outburst and a traumatic event amidst an unprecedented global pandemic, I internally rocked, and my psyche was begging me to go within.

So, I picked up a journal. It was one of many I’d excitedly written in for three days and forgotten about in a failed attempt to be a consistent diarist. Luckily, that didn’t stop me, because I will never forget the day I sat cross-legged in my Evanston apartment and poured everything on the page.

Even though I didn’t know where to start, I got really real. I questioned my family, career, friendships, and future. After suppressing my feelings for the sake of my external performance, it was the first time in 21 years that I honestly reconciled with my anxieties, frustrations, and fears.

I finally (!) faced my reality.

I’d spent my whole life avoiding the present and searching for how to feel fulfilled or happy through stories and self-help tips, but without going inward, I was blind to the beauty I’d actually created in my polished external world.

Somehow, through the honesty in each word I wrote, the answers I’d been searching for started piecing themselves together. I found a strong sense of self and began making choices aligned with the values I identified in my long reflection sessions. I journaled consistently after that, often for hours, developing a dialogue with myself that helped me unlock the gratitude, confidence, and strength that are core to my essence now. Today, a drawer of black spiral journals in my living room holds the ins and outs of every emotion, relationship, decision, and setback I’ve navigated in my twenties.

With unlimited access to information in today’s world, it’s overwhelming to decide who you are and what you care about. But you aren’t going to figure it out by mindlessly consuming and reacting to everything. When you’re confused, you have to go within.

The secret weapon is within you, it’s just up to you to find it. The more you can be honest with yourself, the more you can harness and alchemize the beautiful insights around you to create a life aligned with the truest version of yourself.

Today, the Too Smart For This journal is available for purchase everywhere. I wrote this over my first year at business school, crafting a journey that I wish the frazzled 21-year-old me would’ve had access to when she hit rock bottom five years ago.

We start by uncovering your past and childhood beliefs before diving into the fun part: dreaming about your ideal future. But we don’t stop there: the journal devotes an entire section to creating a handbook for you: how you best rest, recover and relate to others. Then, we dig into frameworks for real life, helping you identify how you’ll piece through inevitable setbacks that come with being an ambitious person.

In today’s episode, we dive into the importance of self-reflection amidst a difficult climate. I hope this inspires you not to be more numb to the injustices in the world but to get more in touch with yourself and transmit the magic within you into communities that need it now more than ever.

You’re too smart to not know yourself (and love yourself!)

xx

Alexis

Get the Too Smart For This Guided Journal here: https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/761193/too-smart-for-this-by-alexis-barber/

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