mindset, soul, purpose, mental health, choice

Soul says it’s time to step the fuck up!


 

I was going to play it safe and write you a ‘nice’ piece today.

A piece that sings your praises and tells you that it’s all going to be okay.

That you’re going to be fine.

But Soul is not having any of this.

She keeps on going back and deleting my well thought out paragraphs.

Bitch.

You see Darling,

me writing ‘motivational’ pieces, or giving you another ‘three steps of how to’ do anything in life,

that’s ego.

That’s me wanting to cut you, and me, some slack,

believing the old story that you’ll like me more when I make you feel good like a big old bottle of tequila.

Buying into the theories of how I have to be more considerate of the complexities and fragility of the human psyche, and be gentle because right now you’re already feeling like you’ve had enough.

That you’re going to break.

That you just can’t handle any more.

And if you were NOT one of my soul-people,

if you were NOT one of the warriors,

we wouldn’t be having this conversation.

In fact,

if you just stumbled upon this, and you’re feeling a little tender and fragile today,

if you’re going to turn my words into hate,

then step the fuck away from this piece.

Delete.

Go lick your wounds.

Go curl up in the arms of the sympathisers;

Those who will wrap you in cotton blankets of pity.

Letting you sink even lower into the darkness.

Hush now baby.

Go to sleep a little longer.

Go slumber another day, another week, another month, another year, another decade.

But if you’re still reading,

if you’re still with me,

I’m going to give it to you unfiltered:

STEP THE FUCK UP!

That’s right.

I don’t care what’s going on in your physical reality right now.

YOU created that.

With your thoughts.

With your words.

With your stories.

With your beliefs.

If you’re looking around right now and it’s pretty good,

STEP THE FUCK UP!

We both know that you’re nowhere NEAR where you’re meant to be playing.

How do I know that?

Because you’re still breathing.

You’re not dead yet.

No time to sit there and bask in the level of success when there’s BILLIONS of people fucking DYING today.

Right now.

Lost souls shuffling around in the throngs of mediocrity.

Some of those are YOUR soul-mate clients, and it’s time for you to shine your light brighter so they can look up and find you.

Regardless of whether or not you have an existing business , YOU have a gift that someone needs.

Regardless of what form your product or service takes, it is in service to the up-liftment of another’s life.

Acceptance of average is suffocating the artists, healers, creatives!

What’s called for now is leaders like YOU who are prepared to raise levels of what is acceptable to EXCELLENCE and then sharing THAT vibration with humanity.

ENOUGH OF SETTLING FOR GOOD ENOUGH!

You’re a born leader Baby.

LEAD!

And if you’re sitting in a pit of misery right now thinking it’s all gone to shit,

STEP THE FUCK UP!

YOU can take that shit, shuffle it into the ground and use it to fertilise your land, start planting the seeds of your desires and grow the most lush garden of abundance.

That’s right Sunshine,

Turn your shit into compost and start thriving.

Some of us made the choice to come to this lifetime and experience the excruciating pain of a system that is eating up life-force.

We chose not to numb ourselves with their morphine drips but instead to FEEL!

We chose to temporarily buy into the social conditioning of what it takes for us to be considered as ‘responsible contributors’ to society.

In the process we have suppressed our truth, our passion, our artistic expressions of a soul song.

How do you know this is true for you?

You’ve hit rock bottom.

Probably more than once.

Depression.

Desire to end your life.

Anxiety.

Feeling like you’re losing your motherfucking mind!

All the time being told that you have to behave.

You have to be quieter.

You have to tread lightly.

You have to be considerate of everyone else.

Lying,

Crying,

Dying.

Can you relate?

Then you will know,

in your soul,

in your heart,

that continuing on this path,

is no longer an option.

You didn’t come here to conform to the standards of mediocrity,

you didn’t come here to blend in,

you didn’t come here to exist,

YOU CAME HERE TO RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE AND BRING IT DOWN!

So stop your sniffling,

stop listening to people who tell you to be gentle with yourself,

TOUGHEN THE FUCK UP!

How will you EVER figure out just how powerful you are,

how badass,

how magnificent,

how creative,

how resourceful,

how resilient,

if you never dare to leap?

If you never take a chance on yourself and actually follow your heart?

If you never walk away from that which is draining your spark, leaving you feeling like an old dish-towel?

If you never cut the umbilical chord to your codependent relationships and actually stand on your own two feet?

HOW WILL YOU EVER FIGURE IT OUT?

It has been in my moments of greatest despair that I have found my greatest strength.

In the moments when I lay on that floor sobbing like there’s no tomorrow.

In the moments when I was so petrified that urine was running down my legs.

In the moments when I was so broken

so crippled

so desperate

that I didn’t think I could ever take another step,

that I have chosen to release my egotistical bullshit,

and go inward,

to my soul,

to my essence,

to my Creator,

and prayed for a miracle.

I didn’t pray for money.

I didn’t pray for a saviour.

I prayed for inner strength.

The untapped reservoir inside.

And there’s always more Darling.

You just have no idea how amazing you are until you’re willing to go there.

It was in my moments of darkness that I would ignite the light through whatever emotion was available to me at the time.

For me it was never pity,

it was never sympathy,

it never is for me,

for me it’s ANGER!

It’s PASSION!

Without any shame.

I get raging mad,

at whatever I need to get mad at.

I seek out those who will kick me down and like a crazy bitch I will use that to fuel me,

and I WILL RISE!

Every time.

Whatever it takes my friend.

You do whatever it takes

TO STEP THE FUCK UP!

You came here to lead,

you came here to heal,

you came here to create,

and it’s your time now.

You can keep hanging out in the pubs with those who will tell you how awesome you are,

stroking your ego,

you can keep doing that.

Or you can stop holding yourself back even if only for a millisecond,

you can raise your standards for yourself,

you can embrace discomfort,

and you can start doing Soul.

Only death is inevitable,

Thriving is the choice of the brave.

With deep love and appreciation of you,

Anel

PS:  When you’re done being held to standards of average,

when you’re done settling for good enough,

when you’re done letting yourself off the hook,

then, and only then, I invite you to connect with me.

I work with soul-aligned clients;

Entrepreneurs who build purpose-driven empires of impact and who are courageous enough to step up, do the work, and reap the rewards.

I work with those who want it all in all areas of life – spiritual, physical, professional, relationships, lifestyle.

Ready?

 

 

mindset, fear, courage, goals, leaders

Your commitment to your fear is simply astonishing my Darling.

What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

Standing there

Clinging to your fear

As if letting go will be the most horrific thing in the world,

As if letting go will see you fail,

see you crumble,

see you die.

They’ve made it so easy for you.

Telling you that there’s a gazillion motherfuking steps to take before you can do anything right.

Making the path to success seem overwhelming.

Preaching that you are flawed and weak and that you need their rules to be safe.

You need their structures to keep breathing.

Keeping you so exhausted with their endless to-do lists so you simply don’t have the brain capacity to THINK for yourself.

Just barely having enough energy to serve a little harder.

Thinking if you just do a little more they will see your value, you’ll be worthy of their love, their inclusion, you will finally feel like you belong.

Except you know it’s all a lie.

You’ve known for quite some time now.

That you’re magical.

Perfect.

Un-fuck-withable in your raw power.

But you’re stubborn Darling.

You have this story going on in your head telling you you just need a little more time.

You just need to do one more course.

You just need to find one more answer.

One more healing session.

One more hour of meditation.

And THEN

oh then you’re going to let go of the fear and

FLY!

You’re gonna show us what you’re really made of.

You’re gonna shine your little light in the darkness and be the beacon for all who are lost in the ocean of illusions.

Until then,

you’re just going to drift a little longer,

in the safe harbour

of your fears.

Don’t you see what’s happening?

Don’t you see that you’re not ever going to let go as long as you’re so committed to your pathetic fears?

What are they anyway?

Other than your social conditioning for belonging.

For someone,

anyone,

regardless of how good or how shit they treat you,

to say they love, that you did well, that they’re proud of you.

You will do anything, sell your soul, murder your dreams, for those three little words:

“I love you”

You’ve been taught to cherish them above all else.

Another truth dripped in psychedelic bullshit.

There IS ONLY love.

Everything else,

is a lie.

Your fears –

LIES

Your desire to please –

LIES

Your ability to make others happy –

LIES

The possibility of you fucking up your life –

LIES.

You simply can’t screw this up.

You can piss away opportunities to brilliance, and serve as another warning to the next generation of what a life wasted with booze and distraction and martyrdom looks like.

You can keep lying to yourself and everyone else of what your values are, your ambitions, your purpose,

but if your actions are contradicting your words,

you’re simply full of hot air.

You can keep telling me tomorrow –

both of us knowing that tomorrow will never come.

You can play it ‘safe’ aka merely exist,

the masses,

they love mediocrity Darling.

They love every soul who bows down to the fear-driven machine,

enslavement of those weak of mind.

Are you weak of mind?

Are you????

Don’t tell me that you’re not and then you sit there in the corner.

Waiting to be saved by god knows who.

NOBODY IS COMING TO SAVE YOUR ASS!

YOU and only YOU

must find the willpower

the passion

the overriding commitment to LOVE

true LOVE

not the romantic horse-manure the fairy-tales are feeding you as breast-milk,

and from this space,

it’s up to you to let go of your grip,

and take that leap of faith.

Into the unknown,

into your dream life.

You must be willing to fall flat on your face,

have the assholes point at you, laughing like insane hyenas,

thinking that a little mud will deter you,

will have you turning back to their arms,

shoulders slumped,

grateful that they are willing to forgive you your audacity to believe in yourself.

But fuck ’em.

You must wipe that mud out of your eyes,

You must NEVER look back.

You must keep your gaze firmly on your purpose, your goal,

and you just keep on taking one more step.

And another.

And another.

Until you are so far ahead that you can no longer hear their piteous screams to come back.

To come help them.

To carry them.

To save them.

NO MORE SAVING

IT’S TIME FOR EMPOWERMENT.

That only happens when YOU are willing to get YOUR shit together and start living in alignment with your truth.

You keep marching forward,

and those who desire to follow,

they will have to choose, just as you did,

to cling to the pole of fear,

or to release and leap.

And yes, they too will fall,

and they too will have to recommit, get up, wipe off the dirt, and take another step.

This is the only way that we will ever break free from the oppressors,

those who rule by creating fear and then promising to be the solution to your problems.

FEAR is simply an emotion.

It’s simply another amazing opportunity for conscious choice, for growth, for liberation.

Let go of your death grip.

It’s time.

Only death is inevitable.

Thriving is the choice of the brave.

You know I love you,

Anel

PS:  Here’s what you need to know about me as a coach:

  • I don’t tolerate playing small, if you only want to take baby-steps, work with someone else.
  • I don’t give you a cookie-cutter plan of action, you’re an artist, I hold the space for your creative genius.
  • I don’t shadow-box, if you get into the ring with me you better be willing to spar.
  • I’m not going to cajole and pry your fingers loose, it’s your life, YOU have to choose to leap.

Who do I work with?

  • I work with the 1% of creatives, healers, messengers who do the work and get results.
  • I work with entrepreneurs who are building purpose-aligned businesses.
  • I work with those who have the honour, the grit, the discipline of warriors of old who understand that it’s their responsibility to be their best version self:  spiritually, physically, emotionally, financially.

Why do you want to work with me?

  • It’s a soul thing.
  • You’re done being treated like a victim and you’re committed to being an inspiration for generations to follow.  I will ONLY speak to your truth, your inner power, your best self.
  • Success is your only option and you’re ready to fail until you succeed.  I know that it’s not over until you cross the line.  I will celebrate both your failures and your successes with you so that you can flip that switch of shame that’s kept you stuck for so long.
  • I shift my clients fast by holding a safe space where they can break down and break through.
  • I believe in you and will NEVER save you.

Ask your soul, and if it’s a hell yes let’s connect.

 

Self-doubt: It’s real Baby. What are you going to do with it?

Nobody gets excluded from feeling doubt.

I don’t care how far you are on your journey.

I don’t give a damn how successful you are.

How serene you look on the outside, photoshopped by your publicity team so nobody can see the lines of stress.

Regardless of the amount of sexy blocks on your abs, or the dollars in your bank account

there comes a time, sometimes numerous times,

when something happens

which triggers the fuck out of you

and you stop dead in your tracks.

Doubting every decision that got you to this point.

Doubting the sanity of the vision you’ve created in your mind.

Doubting yourself.

You get called out on your bravado and the gods of mischief wait in anticipation to see your next move.

What will you do?

What will you doooooooo?

Will you go into a tailspin and take out your tarot cards, your pendulum, desperately looking for a sign!

Not understanding that you’re going to get the answers based on your frantic energy.

Will you throw a royal tantrum and tell every light-being that this is complete bullshit and you’ve just had enough.

Demanding a refund of your money because clearly they’re not sitting at the right table.

Will you run to your favourite Facebook group and spew out your confusion leaving it in the hands of mostly complete strangers to give you ‘the answer’ from which to take your next step.

Will you call your trusted friends and ask them what to do because you just don’t know anymore and expect them to give you the truth when it’s in their nature to save and protect you.

Will you message your coach with your conundrum and hope they give you some motivational line that will calm you down.

Or

will you step away.

Will you give yourself some time for the dust of confusion to settle.

Giving yourself space to breathe.

Understanding that the world won’t fall off it’s axis just because, heaven forbid, you were unavailable for a day.

Will you allow yourself to go through whatever the hell you need to go through without making a firm decision?

Just letting the process flow through you.

And go to bed at night.

Sleeping like a baby.

Because all of the drama gets to be left behind if you choose it to stay in yesterday.

Reset Baby.

Every night.

Waking in the morning, laughing your ass off at your response to something so small yesterday.

Because look,

you’re still alive!

You’re still breathing.

You still have all the talents you had before the triggers.

You still have your dreams to achieve.

You still have your purpose to live.

You still have YOU!

Nothing else really matters.

So you sit with those gods of learning and you thank them for the opportunity to press pause.

The opportunity to take another look at your goals and decide whether they are still aligned for you.

The opportunity to take another look at your actions and decide whether they are still feeling exciting for you.

The opportunity to take another look in the mirror and place your bets on yourself.

Believing in yourself.

No matter what.

Or not.

You can also choose to see your goals in a new light and decide that they’re not that important after all.

You can decide that the sacrifice, the struggle, the pain is greater than your desire for success.

You can choose to review your actions and decide they’re just too much for you to cope with.

You can choose to look in the mirror and see a little whimp.

You can put on the spectacles of bullshit that everyone has handed you throughout the years.

Telling you you’re not good enough, smart enough, talented enough, pretty enough.

That’s your choice Darling.

I’m not judging.

And just so you know, I can make fun because I still do ALL OF THIS and then some.

You should have seen me yesterday.

I was a hot mess!

Thankfully I’m at a stage where I simply move through FASTER than years ago.

I don’t resist the process.

I don’t try and deny the existence of the emotions.

I know that the sky is not going to fall in.

I know that I simply have to choose:

little bitch

or

toughen the fuck up, grow up a little more, get a little stronger, and keep going.

Sound a bit insensitive to you?

Maybe it doesn’t even compute for you.

Maybe you still want others to tell you that it’s okay to give up.

That it’s okay for you to settle for less than excellence because you’re still better off than half the human population.

Maybe you still want to hear that you’re doing great even though you keep walking away from your purpose because you convince yourself that you’re not that important after all.

That humanity doesn’t even know about your existence so they don’t need you to step up to the plate and swing that motherfucking ball out of the park.

That there are more than enough other people who are coaching and healing and creating epicness in the world so you get a free pass.

WHAT A LOAD OF SHIT!

Stop hiding behind your excuses.

Step out from behind the skirts of your fears.

Fucking Wo-Man up and start doing the work.

The real work.

The challenging work.

The work that has you doubt yourself every single day so that every single morning you can CHOOSE to believe in yourself.

Doubt is nothing more than opportunities of choice Darling.

Choice which involves ACTION.

There’s no decision without ACTION.

Stop telling the world how you choose to believe in yourself.

FUCKING SHOW US!

We’re ready for you.

I promise you we won’t run away from you in fear.

You won’t shine too bright for us.

Only those who choose to stay stuck will abandon your journey.

Let them go huddle in the corner with each other.

Waiting for death to come.

You’re not here to save them.

You’re here to thrive.

To walk your path and inspire others who choose to follow to do so on their own steam.

Because you believe in them as much as you believe in yourself.

The soul within honouring the souls around.

Your tribe is moving ahead.

They’re not waiting for you.

It’s up to you to catch up.

That’s how achievers roll.

Are you coming?

Or are you going to tell me tomorrow?

Letting doubt hold you back another day.

And another day.

And another day.

Make no mistake my friend,

Death is inevitable.

And she is closer than anyone ever thinks.

Thriving is the choice of the brave.

You know I love you,

Anel

PS:  Choice– Stay where you are.

Action – Nothing.

Choice – TTFU and go for gold.

ActionConnect.

 

 

soul, aligned, fun, joy, meditation, empowerment, mindset, success

Do it in a way that lights up your SOUL!

Call me stubborn.

Call me obstinate.

Call me wilful.

Call me whatever you like.

It doesn’t really matter.

I’ve made the decision that I would rather listen to my soul, continuously ‘failing’ according to some social standards, than do the shit others think I ‘should’ be doing in the way they think I ‘should’ be doing it.

My soul knows.

She knows what I’m here to do.

She knows how I’m here to do it.

She knows what lights me up and what dims my enthusiasm.

And I’m very fucking enthusiastic about thriving Darling.

I suspect that the amount of information available at our fingertips, is both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing as it’s simply never been easier to connect with deep wisdom of those who so freely share from a space of genuine love and care.

A curse as it’s never been easier to get overwhelmed, to doubt yourself, to stop creating from within because you think your way is wrong.

I believe that there’s tremendous value in exploring new ways, new thoughts, new input,

but where it becomes a nasty tangle of frustration,

is when you start thinking that you have to do it ‘just so’ if you’re going to succeed.

That if you miss a single step you’re fucked!

If you don’t follow the exact methodology you don’t deserve the epic results the teacher is exhibiting.

So you keep piling on.

One thing on top of the other.

All of the time your fear rising.

It feels like too much.

You feel like you’re going to explode.

Lying in bed at night running that mile long to-do list through your head, freaking out because you missed out a crucial step.

FUCK!

Get up.

Quietly.

Don’t wake the house.

Get on your knees and ask God for the strength to do that final item before passing out.

Begging for mercy from the lords of lists.

Crying out that it was an oversight – you’re just human after all.

All that beautiful information you’ve been gathering like the dutiful student,

has turned into another insatiable monster eating your dreams alive.

I don’t know about you,

but personally I’m tired of the idea that I’m constantly getting it wrong.

I got fed up with the notion that I was stupid or not good enough.

I never agreed with the schooling system of regurgitating for approval,

that your disagreement or curious nature was a sign of failure.

And failure was seen as the ultimate humiliation,

of yourself,

of your parents.

Followed by swift punishment.

Well hun,

‘not good enough’ bedamned.

YOU are perfect just as you are.

YOU already know.

YOU already have everything it takes.

YOU simply have to start believing in yourself and start listening to your body and your soul.

One of my greatest insights recently was around meditation.

The way that’s it’s being taught doesn’t light me up.

Instead I decided to figure out what’s the purpose of meditation for ME.

It’s to connect with my higher self.

It’s to connect with love.

It’s to connect with my future self and bring her wisdom, her energetic vibration into my present experience.

It’s to shut my ego up.

It’s to connect deeply with my body – feeling her, the energy inside, the life force, the brilliance of her working mechanism.

It’s about telling Creator what I truly desire and then listening for the guidance.

Now I have to be honest,

this doesn’t happen for me when I’m lying down, eyes closed, trying desperately not to sneeze or itch or fart.

For me this happens out on my bike.

Running through the forest.

Holding my head stand.

Writing in my journal.

THESE ARE MY MOMENTS OF MAGIC.

And I fucking LOVE it.

It feels right.

It feels good.

It’s soul aligned Baby.

Do you have any idea what a sense of relief it is to do something in a way that feels fabulous??

No longer thinking that if I don’t do it ‘just so’ I’m doing it wrong?

Be honest now, how many things are you doing at the moment that feels absolutely horrible???

Thinking that if you just keep doing it long enough you will learn to like it?

Maybe even love it?

All the while hating it.

Feeling like a failure.

Feeling like there’s something wrong with you because you’re not getting the results everyone else is.

How about we get a little bit into reality here.

What’s working for a million people doesn’t necessarily work for ten million others.

Just because only those with the results comment on the post doesn’t mean that it’s actually working for everyone else.

Everyone else is just not saying anything.

They feel there’s shame in their failure.

So they give up.

Instead of taking the tools that is being shared, digging down into the purpose of the tools, and then finding unique ways to achieve the results in a way that feels

a-ma-zing!

It’s Monday – the best day for setting new intentions for the week ahead, to do things differently.

My invitation to you today is to take ONE thing that you’ve been struggling with.

One thing where you can see the VALUE in doing, but how you’re being told to do it feels like shit.

There’s a disconnect inside.

Then, go deep into what would be the PURPOSE of doing said thing.

And then,

the sprinkle on top,

HOW can you do it that feels enchanting?

Then do it for a week,

come on,

you can commit to a week,

and see the difference in result!

I would love love love to hear from you.

What did you choose, why, how did you do it, and what was the outcome.

If nothing else, you will be having way more fun.

Don’t you want to have fun???

After all, only death is inevitable.

Thriving is always the choice of the brave.

With love always,

Anel

PS:  It’s been my experience and observation that when a woman allows herself to have fun, her business thrives.

For this to happen, she has to liberate herself from all the social conditioning that has her cloaked in slave-girl rags.

Sounds easier than it is.

Simply because most of the times they’re so entrenched in their stories, they’re simply not able to see that they are the ones wielding the pen.

So they create drama and heartbreak and overwhelm.

I work with women entrepreneurs who take a stand for being conscious creators of their results.

Women here to build empires of impact.

Women who understand that her empire includes everything – her business, her money, her health, her relationships, her lifestyle.

Women who use their kids for inspiration, not excuses.

Women who take full responsibility for self.

If you know in your SOUL that you’re that woman and you’re done feeling like a failure because the cookie cutter doesn’t fit your curves, let’s connect and see if this partnership can strip you of the restraints and set you free to thrive.

 

 

leadership, love, warrior, mindset, choices

How would you be showing up if you chose to be a leader?

I’m so proud of my mom!

She’s finally giving less of a fuck what others think of her.

Choosing to do what feels in alignment with her values.

Saying yes to what is important to her and no to the people and things who quite frankly aren’t.

Willing to receive the backlash of her new choices, the disapproving frowns.

Willing to say “I don’t care if it makes me a not-so-nice person”

Hallefuckingluja!

My mom is a born warrior.

She’s been battling her programming her entire life and I have so much respect for this woman.

Even if she hadn’t given birth to me (I consider it a bonus that she did) ,

she

would

fucking

rock

my

world.

Often I share with you my own journey,

my learnings,

my experiences,

my feeling of being born into the wrong culture.

How everything about my heritage feels like nauseating bullshit to me.

The patriarchy.

The violence.

The oppression.

The silence of truth.

The abandonment of self and desire.

It’s days such as these that I understand that as hard as it’s been for me to reach a point of enough and no more, it’s even tougher for our parents generation.

Most of them have given up a long time ago.

They’ve accepted the norm as normal.

Resigned to living out their days at the mercy of the machine.

You can’t exactly blame them.

Different times my friend.

Different choices.

All divinely perfect.

My mom is not one of those who gave up.

I’ve also come to realise that often we look at those who stand on a stage for hope, wisdom, inspiration.

For leadership.

Discounting the silent warriors who don’t do it to lead the masses with guru titles prefixed to their names,

instead simply choosing to lead themselves out of the hell of unconscious existence.

Silent warriors such as my mother.

Today I pay tribute to her.

My inspiration.

My greatest supporter.

My heart.

I have come to believe that true leadership has nothing to do with other people.

True leadership comes from taking responsibility for yourself.

Until your dying day.

It’s about continuously stepping out of your comfort zone, willing to learn, willing to grow, willing to change the identity you’ve taken on before.

I’ve watched my mom go from a lifetime of saying she doesn’t run, she doesn’t do sport,

to climbing up a towering sand wall after declining paramedics because she was determined to cross the finish line by herself after a very long, very hot trail run.

In her sixties.

Fucking badass AF!

I’ve watched my mom go from a lifetime of giving in to dominance, remaining silent to keep the peace, to speaking her desires out loud.

I’ve watched my mom go from a struggling abused woman, to a fighter. Often on her knees.  Often falling down.  Often crying tears of defeat.

She kept rising.

She kept taking one more step.

Using whatever she had to cling to for inner strength.

Her faith in God.

Her love for her children.

Her sense of responsibility to put food on the table.

Whatever the fuck it took.

My mom did it.

My mom has gone through hell and back and I suspect that even Satan respects her spirit.

At one stage she stopped being my ‘parent’.

She stopped telling me what to do.

She stopped trying to save me.

She had her hands full trying to save herself, which is clearly exactly what my soul desired, as it gave me the willpower to become the woman I am today.

She had no choice but to let me fail.

No choice but to trust me to always come out on top.

Circumstances had her fighting her own demons and she understood on a deep, probably unconscious, level that she was no use to me and our soul contract if she chose to stay drugged in a desperate way to escape the pain.

I suspect that once she came through her own dark path of the soul, she was a little aghast at the choices I’ve been making ever since.

Thank god she has lots of hair otherwise she would have been bald by now.

Yet she never tried to stop me.

Most times she couldn’t comprehend why the hell I was doing what I was doing.

Why I was saying what I was saying.

But her soul believed in mine and she let me walk my own journey.

With her unconditional love by my side.

With her unconditional faith in me.

THIS my friend, in my humble opinion, is true leadership.

It’s about allowing others to have their experience in life.

Without the need to save them.

It’s about quietly going about your life, taking stock, taking responsibility, taking another step forward.

Allowing others to have their experience of you and not giving a rat’s arse.

I have come to understand that for me to be a leader, it means I have to embody the energy of a leader.

I have come to understand that we are all followers at some stage of our lives, and it is never too late to step from follower into leader.

You don’t need an online following to be a leader.

You don’t need a company to be a leader.

You don’t need applause to be a leader.

True leadership has nothing to do with others, and everything to do with the world.

True leadership is about living your life in such a way that your 45 year old daughter can sit on a Zoom call from the other side of the world, glowing with pride because you’ve made a new choice that honours YOU.

True leadership is about living your life in such a way that people can use you as a benchmark of what they love and what they hate.

And it’s powerful for the haters as well.

If we’re constantly living our lives in a way that has the masses like us, we make zero impact.

There’s no unique fingerprint left behind where we’ve had a point of contact.

Today I pay homage to all the silent warriors in the world.

I pay homage to all the silent leaders in the world.

I want you to know that even if nobody says a word,

they are watching.

And what you do, matters.

What you choose, matters.

Who you are choosing to show up as, matters.

Someone is always watching my Darling.

Your kids, regardless of their age, is paying attention.

It is my prayer that one day my children will look at my old self and pay tribute to a woman they consider to be a leader.

A woman they consider to be a warrior.

A woman they consider to be their inspiration.

Releasing the desire to control their experience of me.

How do you want your children to view you?

How do you want to be remembered?

How are you living today?

Are you making the choices that can inspire generations to come?

Or are you currently making the daily choices that serves as a warning to a more conscious generation following you?

Are you living as your best version self in all areas of your life?

Spiritually,

physically,

mentally,

emotionally,

in all of your relationships,

in your purpose work,

in your lifestyle?

Or are you pissing away time?

No judgement.  No shame.  No blame.

Just time for some honesty, that’s all.

Mom – I want you to know that YOU ARE MAGNIFICENCE IN HUMAN FORM.

My love and respect for you is eternal.

Thank you for being my comrade-in-arms.  I would not have wanted any other shieldmaiden on this battle-field.

Only death is inevitable.

Thriving is always the choice of the brave.

You know I love you,

Anel

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individuality, judgement, personal choice, empowerment, life coach, mindset

The ONLY stroke that matters to you, is the one that turns you on.

‘Different strokes for different folks’.

You’ve heard it.

But do you believe it?

Do you live it?

Do you respect it?

Or are you still looking at what everyone else does and trying to emulate their recipe?

Are you still looking at others smiling and then doing what they’re doing even though it leaves you feeling less than orgasmic?

Are you still tying yourself up in knots in a desperate attempt to look like the ‘cool’ kids?

Are you still doing shit you hate, in a way you hate, chanting affirmations, convinced that you will reach a point of mind over matter?

For me, one of the most useful approaches to life has been to stay open to different experiences.

And then,

to be judgemental AF.

I’m open to participate in the new, and then be honest with myself in terms of what I love, and what I hate without any of the drama.

Yes, I said hate.

Not dislike.

If I’m going to experience deep love, I am willing to experience the complete spectrum of the opposite which for me is hate.

This goes for everything and everyone.

Not that I’m saying some people and things are better than others.

I simply know by now that some people and things are better for ME.

Some have me rise to greater heights,

others bring me down to a level that feels like slug slime,

others leave me unmoved.

Point in case – personal trainers.

I’ve been enjoying some monstrous HIIT training hosted by Hannah Eden.

She is fucking FABULOUS!

Raw.

Tough as nails.

She challenges.

She curses like a motherfucker.

She sets the bar as high as it goes at elite level,

and then she dares you to keep up.

She pushes every single one of my buttons, and I THRIVE!

Enter another trainer whom shall remain nameless.

Not because she sucks nickerballs,

but she does for me.

Her style?

She fucking moans and groans ALL THE TIME!

Telling you how much she’s hurting.

How shit it is.

How awesome you are just for showing up.

That it’s okay to do the least amount because that still makes you a winner in her books.

I get it (eyes rolling) – for some people, this is like sweet honey and they eat that shit up.

Personally, I couldn’t be less motivated, less inspired, less interested.

Which is perfect.

I still open myself to experience this every now and again.

There is endless beauty and power in contradiction.

Every so often I do the same with my personal coaches.

I will go experience one of the ‘sympathetic’ coaches,

just to see if there’s been a shift in me that would benefit from a softer approach.

Apparently, not yet.

Probably, never will.

I do and always will have a warrior spirit –

I live for the fight.

I lick up my sweat.

I drink my tears.

I absorb my screams.

It is what I love.

For most, this approach makes no sense.

They think it must make me hard, inconsiderate, even unloving.

Yet the complete opposite is true.

I choose this energy BECAUSE I love more than most will ever be willing to experience.

I choose this energy BECAUSE I am a liquid gold caramel inside and I choose to stay soft in my heart.

I choose this energy BECAUSE I see the magnificence in others and always want to be considerate of their soul.

I also know that not everyone thrives in this approach.

In fact, most people fold and crumble.

They often look at those with warrior hearts and think it looks like a fun way to live.

That it must be nice to go through life with big cahoonas.

Until they start walking the path.

All of a sudden it feels uncomfortable and scary.

It’s hard and it hurts a lot of the time, so their egos go into overdrive screaming that this is fucking crazy!

Run away!!

This is perfectly normal.

This is where you get to go inside and choose:

is this the right path, the right approach, the right energy for you,

or not?

There’s no shame in difference!

I simply think it’s a shame that people are too pride driven or codependent to admit when something is not for them.

I’ve often walked beside the ‘wrong’ people for me, with some interesting (aka painful) consequences.

It leads to suffering with none of the desired results.

If you’re not achieving the level of success you say you want, chances are that you’re walking on the wrong path for YOU, with the wrong people for YOU.

Drop the shame,

fuck the blame,

get honest with yourself and start judging.

EVERYTHING in your life.

Do you love it or do you hate it?

Don’t settle for anything in-between.

This judgement of what YOU love and hate are the clues from your soul to guide you towards your BEST VERSION SELF!

It’s when we do more of what we love that we soar.

It’s when we stop doing things we hate that we grow.

This is also why I don’t believe in scarcity or competition.

Instead I believe that those who truly desire for others to rise to their best, will eagerly refer the moment they see that it’s NOT the best fit for the client.

Trusting that by saying NO to the wrong clients for them, they are saying YES to the right clients for them.

There is an ancient rule – ‘First, do no harm’.

This goes both ways.

Don’t harm others.

Don’t harm yourself.

It requires a belief in abundance, and love, and good.

It requires faith in yourself, in others, in the universe.

But you can’t go wrong with this approach Darling.

Maybe you’re simply at a stage where you’ve forgotten what you love and what you hate.

Maybe you’ve been so determined not to judge, that you’ve lost the honesty that comes from judgement.

I get why!

Some people have taken ‘judgement’ and turned it into public hating on and humiliation of those they are not in alignment with.

Stupid.

This is not the judgement I’m referring to.

Yes, I judge others.

For myself.

For my growth.

For my certainty.

Some are my people and others aren’t.

Not to publicly make others wrong.

NOBODY is ever wrong.

They’re simply wrong for YOU.

There’s a huge difference.

Take the time this weekend to remember which strokes light you up, and which rub you up the wrong way.

Then invite in more of what you love,

and tolerate less of what you hate.

Simple.

Only death is inevitable,

Thriving is always the choice of the brave.

With deep love and respect,

Anel

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loyalty, mindset, life coach, empowerment, healing

What’s needed right now is loyalty to self.

Loyalty – a word that’s been in the forefront of my mind lately.

I’ve been curiously observing my first born.

A brilliant young man quietly going through life.

There’s a grounded energy in him.

A quality he’s always had.

Regardless of the shit storms often flying around him,

he remains a rock.

For all to lean on his fragile shoulders.

Carrying more than his own weight.

A while  back I started suspecting that he was a type 6 on the Enneagram – the Loyalist.

A suspicion confirmed a few weeks ago as he took the test.

This saddens me.

Because he is more loyal to others than he is to himself.

Behaviour we see so often in the world.

For the greater part of my life, I’ve been guilty of this insanity.

Thinking there was honour in loyalty to others, even when detrimental to myself.

Protecting those who quite frankly was acting in bizarre fashion.

And because they were for the most part not physically harming others – only me so OF COURSE I must have deserved it,

because they weren’t leaving bruises on others – only me so OF COURSE this was my role to play,

because they were addicted to the drug infused state of alcohol,

or because they said it was just their nature and they couldn’t help it,

I excused their behaviour.

I stood by their side,

defending them to others,

hiding their secrets,

even though every action was in direct conflict with my core values, beliefs and desires.

I stopped being loyal to myself at a very young age.

I recall a specific morning,

living in a small town named Newcastle,

coward in the corner of the bathroom behind a locked door.

Listening as my brother raged on the other side,

pummelling fists against the door,

terrified that he would break through,

because I dared defy him,

because I dared to stand up for myself.

I knew that once that door was opened hell would rain down on me.

So I remained behind the locked door the entire day.

It wasn’t the first, or the last time.

Still,

I protected him,

keeping the secret of his violent nature from my parents,

not wanting to see him receive another beating from our father.

I rationalised, even at this tender age, that it was not his fault.

He was simply taking all the suppressed rage and frustration from frequently being physically punished and channeling it towards the smallest member of the family.

The fact that said smallest member was me, was simply bad luck – an ironic twist of my fate.

So it starts.

It seems so innocent, and you might write it off to normal sibling rivalry.

That corporal punishment is a necessary part of discipline in raising responsible members of society.

But it’s actually really fucked up.

We are indoctrinated that any behaviour inside our homes are justified.

That we NEVER speak to outsiders of what happens behind closed doors.

It would be the ultimate betrayal resulting in expulsion from the clan.

This is exactly how society keeps order through fear – fear bred into us from the moment we start receiving our first punishment.

What about the betrayal of self Darling?

What about loyalty to yourself?

It’s actually not fucking okay.

It’s not okay that we teach our children to keep our secrets because we don’t take responsibility for ourselves.

It’s not okay that we keep the secrets of our family to protect them from the consequences of their actions.

Why are there so many alcoholics in the world?

Because nobody is talking of the enormous scale of destruction they leave in their wake!

Nobody is talking about the verbal and emotional abuse these people are dishing out in their state of intoxication and by the time they sober up, they’ve forgotten and continue to live in denial.

Because their families remain more loyal to them than to themselves.

Why are there so many bullies in the world?

Because nobody is talking about how children are being bullied into submission at home!

Instead we call it discipline.

Nobody is talking about the fact that children are growing up in homes where one parent stomps around in rage, the other treading on eggshells.

Because children remain more loyal to their parents than to themselves.

We are taught to sacrifice our values,

suffocate our dreams,

turn away from ourselves,

all in the name of loyalty.

Enough.

Just

fucking

enough.

Everyone is calling for the healing of humanity.

Everyone is crying out about the injustice happening in countries of warfare.

Everyone is outraged at the increasing brutality in violent crimes.

Yet the only way to change the world, is to change our own behaviour.

The only way to heal humanity is to heal ourselves.

The only way to stop the violence is by becoming intolerant to the violence in our own lives.

We can blame societal norms and we can continue to excuse everyone because it’s simply all they know,

personally I’ve simply reached a point where I have zero fucking tolerance for this mentality.

Nobody is stupid,

most people are just too lazy to think for themselves.

That doesn’t give them a free pass to be an asshole.

In my humble opinion what is called for at this time is a return to self.

A time of remembering.

Who you are.

What you value.

What you dream about.

What you desire.

What is the legacy you came to leave behind.

And then

it’s time to show the fuck up.

For yourself.

For your children.

For humanity.

The way we all say we want our children to show up one day.

Until you become loyal to yourself, we’re all doomed Darling.

Nothing left to hide.

For only death is inevitable.

Thriving is the choice of the brave.

With love always,

Anel

happy, choice, mindset, joy, mental health

Keep flicking the switch on joy until it’s your new default.

Emotions are a funny phenomenon.

One of our greatest gifts.

It’s also one of those things that I see tripping most people up.

Including myself.

Make no mistake my friend,

I get caught up in the whirlwind as much as the next person.

Emotions cause wonderful sensations in our body.

If you pay attention, you will find that each changes your physiology.

From a tightness around the throat,

a grip around the chest,

an upheaval in the stomach,

a pain in the arse.

The expansion of the heart,

the overflowing of joy that often spills tears onto your cheeks,

the radiance of your face,

the softening of the lines around your eyes.

Simply spectacular in the kaleidoscope of possibilities.

I don’t know how we start attaching meaning to the sensations,

I simply know that there’s a learning that when X happens, my body reacts like Y, which means I must be feeling Z.

This is extremely useful especially if we use this feedback system to grow and adjust course.

It’s those brilliant signals which indicates if we’re living a life that brings us joy,

or one that mostly causes us pain.

What’s really confusing me is how people seem to be disregarding the messages of emotions.

It’s almost as if we’ve reprogrammed ourselves to override the wisdom inside.

Or maybe we’ve disconnected the motherboard?

I’m not sure.

All I know is that for most of my life I, like so many others, got it all mixed up.

I decided that the expectations of others, the demands of others, the acceptance from others, was more important than my happiness.

Which caused me a shit ton of pain.

But I would rather tolerate the misery than risk being lonely.

A lottle fucked up – yet true.

It’s as if we cut the wire that triggers the sensible action.

Where common sense tells me that we should be striving for the good feeling feelings,

doing more of the things that bring us joy,

cramming our days with laughter,

the opposite appears to be true.

I see majority of people feeling despondent, bored, depressed, anxious,

and doing more of the shit that has them feeling despondent, bored, depressed and anxious.

You’re feeling like the world has turned against you and that nobody loves you so what do you do?

Listen to songs that screams of pain and abandonment and hopelessness.

Draw up the to-do list which makes you feel like an unappreciated slave constantly cleaning up after others.

Sit around watching hours of mindless bullshit on the telly, anything not to move your body because you simply don’t have the energy.

Drink the pills that further disconnects you from your inner strength thereby keeping the drug stores in excellent financial condition.

You’re feeling pissed and frustrated with the system that has your hands tied behind your back?

Keep buying shit on your credit cards, piling on the debt, so you can feel more trapped in the dead-end job that’s killing your creative muse just so you can pay the bills.

Go drink some more booze and listen to ‘angry bird’ music to really light the hell-fire eating you up inside.

Play the violent games with your friends who are out to kill and whilst you’re at it, why don’t you invite some kids to join your little party?

We wouldn’t want to make the next generation feel left behind now would we?

It’s as if we’ve created a culture where suffering is the accepted norm.

Now Darling,

I know you’re sitting there shaking your head.

Thinking I’ve finally lost the plot.

It simply doesn’t make any fucking sense.

After all, everyone wants to be happy!

Right?

Well,

we say we want to be happy.

Yet I suspect that most people have been low for such a long time, they’re afraid of feeling joy.

It’s become the unknown.

As with any unknown, it becomes shrouded in fear.

Which is why the professionals are now telling us not to feel too happy because we won’t be able to cope with it and we’ll end up dead.

What a load of horse manure!

Your motherfucking emotions will never kill you.

Your actions will.

And you seriously need to start paying attention to your actions my friend.

It’s your actions that tells the truth even when your mouth lies.

Start noticing what you are doing on a daily basis and ask yourself –

are these the things that make me happy?

Truly happy.

I’m not talking about you saying ‘happy’ with a dead-pan expression.

I’m referring to those actions that has your face break into an immediate smile and your energy goes UP.

If your actions are not indicating joy,

you’re addicted to suffering.

Don’t panic –

you’re not your addiction.

It’s simply a shitty behaviour which you can choose to change right now.

How do we change the behaviour?

We keep flicking the switch.

Start identifying teeny weeny little things that brings you happiness and start weaving them into your day.

Can’t remember what makes you happy?

Grow the fuck down!

Start imitating little kids.

Play.

In the mud.

On the swing.

Ride you bike.

Go snowboarding.

Draw a picture.

Listen to music that has you jumping for joy and go crazy.

Go skinny-dip in the freezing ocean.

No drugs allowed.

No screens allowed.

You will soon find that certain activities, certain movements, make you feel giddy and others don’t.

Simply keep experimenting until you REMEMBER.

You’ll find that happiness feels great and THEN you can consciously choose:

do you want to be happy

or do you want to be a martyr traversing life feeling like the ocean slug poop?

If your choice is euphoria, you keep flicking that switch every day, increasing the frequency and intensity until it becomes your new norm and then when something feels out of place, you will pay attention, you will get the learning, and take corrective action.

You’ll find it happens faster and faster.

I also know that even after all of this, some will choose crestfallen – that’s okay Darling.

I don’t really care what you choose.

It’s your life.

I simply want you to choose consciously instead of going through life like a drug-infused zombie.

After all, only death is inevitable.

Thriving is always the choice of the brave.

You know I love you,

Anel

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#confidence, #self belief #success #mindset

Sometimes you simply have to take a stand and DARE to believe in yourself.

The world is a space filled with fear.

Fear of change.

Of uncertainty.

It’s a time of endings, and everyone is running on some form of adrenaline.

Some feeling overwhelmed,

pulling into the illusion of safety through escapism.

Thinking that as long as they don’t get involved in the fight

for love

for honour

for humanity

they will be left alone.

Others charging forward in rage,

convinced that as long as they have momentum and false bravado on their side,

they can overthrow anything in their path.

Some of us,

those who have simply reached a stage of enough and no more,

are returning to self.

We are planting our feet deep into the heart of Mother Earth,

and we are daring to question, believe in ourselves, and live a life of conscious choice.

For this is our time

to take a stand

for what we believe in.

I believe in love,

I believe in purpose,

I believe in joy,

I believe in the magnificence of every person alive,

I believe in a Universe filled with magic and potential and beauty.

And I am choosing to speak my truth

regardless of who is listening.

Yes, there are those who listen purely for ammunition

to use against me

to trip me up

to prove me wrong.

Pile up Darlings, for I have a shit ton to say.

Constantly contradicting myself

as I continue to explore

and travel

and learn

on this adventure

sharing my journey along the way.

Twists and turns, ups and downs, no filters.

For there are also those sitting,

with abated breath,

ready

for more,

quietly observing to see what I will do next,

so one day they will find the courage to choose to believe in themselves.

Still unsure that their legs will hold them up

when the world shakes in a display of her glorious power.

I share my journey for them.

I share my journey for you, my Love.

I stand tall and yes

at times I get thrown to the ground

I get beaten

I get defeated

But I know

in my soul that

defeat is temporary

and I will always find within myself

the strength to rise again.

This is the life I had requested before the dawn of mankind.

This is what I train for.

Every day.

In multiple ways.

Spiritually

Mentally

Emotionally

Physically.

I continuously put myself in situations where my strength is tested.

So that I can determine my level of progress.

So that I can spot my weaknesses and decide the best route of action to take.

At times it’s simply practicing more with intention so that I can become stronger.

At other times I call in the talents of others to support me in that area, so that I may continue to focus on my zone of genius.

After all,

what is this life if not a journey of self-discovery?

For way too long I lived a life in the shadows,

filled with shame because I bought into the lies told to me by unquestioning generations before.

Lies about the meaning of my sex.

Lies about the meaning of my value.

Lies about the meaning of my culture.

Lies about the meaning of my family.

Lies about the meaning of my God.

Programmed with insecurity, unquestioned obedience and conformity.

Except, now,

in this magnificent time of humanity,

there is a rise of a new rebellion.

Spiritual badasses who are brining back ancient wisdom and magic.

You can choose to deny this.

You can choose to keep branding us as deviants.

As evil.

Going straight to hell.

Well Darling

who is living in hell right now?

Those who believe this is it – make or break?

Those who believe that every time they step out of line there is a higher power sitting as judge and jury?

Waiting for them to fail so they may burn in the fires for all eternity?

Or those who believe in love above all?

Those who believe in a Creator who always has their back?

Those who choose to live this life in flow?

I used to wake up in the dark,

terrified to move.

Not daring to breathe too deeply,

in case I woke the monster under the bed.

The one lying in wake, waiting for me to leave the safety of my duvet.

To pounce on me with feelings of hopelessness, sadness, disappointment.

It was a shit time.

Yet, one I now treasure.

I look back in gratitude understanding that if it weren’t for all those mornings,

I would never have reached a stage of choice.

A time when I finally chose to be brave.

To jump out of bed and grab that fucker by his tail.

Pulling him out,

raging,

snarling,

biting,

hitting.

Yes,

I was cut to the bone,

I cried in pain

I watched my blood drip onto the floor.

I  did not die.

A lesson I take with me into every single day.

I continue to jump out of bed,

I take a leap of faith,

I dare to do that which I have not done before,

knowing that there will be times of failure,

projects that blow,

still I will not die.

Until I do.

We have moved into the second half of 2018 Darling.

Another month to rip off the wall calendar.

Empty with potential.

What are you going to do with it?

Are you going to keep waking up in defeat?

Saddened by your limited choices?

Thinking that it’s okay to take it slow – because there will come a time in the distant future when everything will work out perfectly?

It’s been my experience that this level of belief changes jack shit in your life.

It is simply resignation of your current circumstances.

Pure fantasy.

It’s been my experience that for things to change,

you have to make a decision.

Right now.

Right here.

That you will no longer tolerate mediocrity.

That you will no longer tolerate all your bullshit excuses as to why this is not your time.

That you will no longer tolerate hiding behind your loved ones.

That you will no longer tolerate backing down from your fear.

That you will no longer tolerate the naysayers and energetic vampires who have leeched on to you.

It’s been my experience that for things to change,

you have to make a decision.

Right now.

Right here.

That you will say YES to all of your desires.

That you will say YES to your purpose.

That you will say YES to your courage.

That you will say YES –

this IS your time now.

And that you are ready for the next step NOW.

And then take that step.

Whatever it is.

Regardless of how scary.

Regardless of the doubt.

JUST FUCKING CHOOSE TO BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!

For only death is inevitable.

Thriving is always the choice of the brave.

With love,

Anel

PS:  Foundation – for woman entrepreneurs who insist on growing their purpose aligned business to multiple 5-figures.

If there’s one thing I know well, it’s the fear that goes into starting your own business.

I know how much it takes of a woman to even OWN the fact that she desires to build an empire, never mind give herself permission to go full out, to go big.

I know how much it takes for a woman to believe she really does have what it takes and then proving this belief by taking action aligned with desired outcome.

I also know how little support most women receive in the beginning stages of business.

Oh, you have all those people who SAY go for it.

But there’s zero conviction in their tone of voice.

It simply sounds like the thing they say to make you happy.

All the sympathisers, continuously letting you off the hook through their complacency.

Well, you know what I have to say about it – fuck that shit.

I am taking a stand for you my Darling.

It’s with absolute delight that I get to introduce you to Foundation.

I’ve taken more than two decades of my own entrepreneurial success combined with a decade of coaching others to create lives of true abundance, and designed a program exquisite in it’s simplicity.  Eliminating all the overwhelm and feeling of not knowing where to go next or where to even start.

During our time together you will not only learn about the five foundational pillars for success in business, you will implement them.

By the end of the program you will think like a business woman, you will have your financial systems up and running from bank accounts to tracking sheets to payment gateways.  You will have your administrative systems set up, knowing exactly where to find everything at any given time thereby eliminating the frustration of always looking for things.  You will have your sales and marketing set up from your service to your tribe.  You will also have your organogram designed so you know exactly where to focus and who to bring on board at what stage as you grow your business.

Enrolment is open so get the details at Foundation and give yourself permission to say YES to receiving support from a master coach.

My clients not only launch successfully, they beat the odds of the 5 year mark and receive  longevity in business and life.

The investment is designed to grow you whilst being affordable for those starting out.

What is your freedom worth to you?

 

 

#mindset #conscious creating #choice #happiness

Fuck the world and all their demands – this is YOUR life. Live it.

How do you feel upon waking each day?

Do you even take the time to check in?

Or do you simply force open exhausted lids, rolling out of bed hoping your feet hit your slippers?

Immersed in existence.

Not thinking.

Simply going through the motions.

Drink coffee.

Shower.

Get dressed.

Get the kids ready.

Get in your car.

Drive.

To the day.

Another fucking day.

With more demands being piled on top of you.

Interacting with people you secretly detest.

Feeling drained.

All the time.

Not wanting to admit to yourself

how helpless you feel.

You keep up the pretence of happiness.

Keep lying

to yourself

that this is okay.

That you don’t need more than this.

That it could be worse

so you’ll just be grateful for what you’ve got.

Waiting for the time to get off your aching feet.

Falling into bed

exhausted

depleted

drugged

into submission

in service

to the machine.

I remember.

I remember the pain that was coursing through my veins.

Of an unfulfilling life.

Feeling so disconnected

from joy

from love

from Source

from magic

from excitement

from myself.

It felt as though my entire life was a rush from one person’s demands to another.

Chasing the clock,

hungry for their approval,

thinking that if I did more for them,

I would be worthy of their love.

And that would be enough.

Even when their love hurt like a motherfucker.

Vicious words when I didn’t live up to their expectations.

Berated for not playing according to their rules.

Belittled for daring to shine brighter than them.

So I would shrink,

I would run,

I would kiss ass,

I would grovel.

Always wanting to be the star pupil.

I had betrayed myself, my purpose, my joy, my values,

for what?

An outdated culture of obedience?

A mocking of our true power.

A system that enforces conformity.

Modern day enslavement – except most of the poor fuckers don’t see the energetic chains around their throats, keeping them silent, the unseen shackles on their ankles, slowing them down, always shuffling in the line.

On their way to a mass grave of un-lived potential.

The day I finally woke up and connected with my feelings,

my true feelings,

the pain,

the anguish,

the fury,

I saw it all for what it is and I decided in that moment

I would rather walk alone for the rest of my life

than continue being a good little girl.

The rebel in me finally woke up and my life has transformed.

And keeps transforming.

As I create consciously.

Understanding that I can be, do and have ANYTHING I desire.

And that includes me saying no to the shit I don’t want.

I know I frustrate the hell out of the minions,

not answering my phone when they call whilst busy in my soul work,

no longer available until I’m satisfied with my own levels of energy.

Those energy vampires are drying up, starving, no longer able to sink their venomous fangs into my delectable flesh.

And if someone tries putting their responsibilities onto me, I gracefully (not so gracefully) decline.

I’m not available to do what they can do for themselves.

This my Darling, is how I get to spend up to five hours a day on myself.

My spiritual connection.

My physical body.

My art.

Whilst continuing to nurture my relationship with my boys.

Whilst building my empire.

Whilst impacting thousands of lives.

Whilst treasuring friendships.

It will be an interesting exercise for you to keep track of  how you spend your time.

How much time you spend answering the demands of others.

How much time you spend doing shit that others don’t want to do because they value their own time more than yours.

How much time you spend listening to the drama of another, as if you have the capacity to carry their shit on your already hunched over shoulders.

Yes, you can keep telling me WHY you have to be available for others.

You can keep telling me WHY you have to put your partners’ needs first.

You can keep telling me WHY you have to press pause for your kids.

You can keep telling me WHY your business won’t survive if you’re not answering those emails, messages, fb posts immediately.

It’s a choice.

You get to choose to have demanding bullies in your life.

You get to choose to be the submissive (not in the good way).

You get to choose to always be a slave.

Or you get to finally wake up and understand

that there’s more than

7 BILLION

people on the face of the earth.

Some being on a path of love.

Real love.

Respect.

Honour.

Conscious creation.

You can choose to play with them.

My clients

are never demanding.

I don’t work with toddlers throwing tantrums when they don’t get attention.

My clients are badass spiritual gangsters who understand that I serve from a space of fulfilment.

They honour me as I honour them.

It’s a choice I made.

It’s a choice they make.

What would your life look like,

FEEL like,

if you decided to live it fully?

What would your spiritual practice look like?

What would your physical body look and feel like?

What would your empire look like?  Who would you be working with?  Who would you have working alongside you?  What would be the impact you’re making in the lives of thousands, millions, billions?

What would your relationships feel like?  How would you be interacting with your nearest and dearest?

How would you experience your romantic relationship?  Delicious?  Orgasmic?  Fun?  Deep?  Would you feel like a queen in the arms of your king?

How would you play?

Who would you be playing with?

How much would you laugh?

Would you keep laughing until your belly ached?

When last have you laughed and laughed and laughed?

When last have you woken up with a smile, eager to get the day started, excited for all the wonderful potential ahead of you?

Well?

What are you waiting for?

This is YOUR life.

Nobody else can live it for you?

Question is –

are you?

Or are you merely existing?

One foot in front of the other.

Tears falling freely on the inside.

Dull.

Listless.

Waiting to exhale your final breath.

Only death is inevitable.

Thriving is always the choice of the brave.

You know I love you,

Anel

PS:  This is my call to the woman entrepreneurs who are ready to consciously create a life of thrive.

Those who know that they CAN have it all -the freedom of time, freedom of money, freedom of choice.

And they are ready to build the business that is the vehicle for all they desire and more.

Foundation is starting on the 24 th of July.

Three months of integrating, implementing, and building a solid foundation on which to erect an empire.

These are the five pillars that will get you to multiple five figures after which the sky is the limit.

Sadly, most women never get the ground work done.

They want overnight success, impatient, thinking they can fake it till they make it.

They keep piling on more before the foundation has been set,

leading to cracks early on,

running around like headless chickens with their poly-filla buckets,

until it all comes crashing down.

Stop buying the systems of a 6 figure business when you haven’t launched yet!

Get all the details here and email me with any questions at anel@anelbester.com