It ALWAYS comes back to the burning desire.

What are you denying?

What are you hiding inside of you in the darkness of a grave marked “Regret”?

What is there within you that you remember as a HELL YES that you’ve somehow made a Fuck No?

What is that thing, that desire, that you are trying so desperately to abandon, that it’s tearing you apart?

Stuck in a cycle of misery and frustration.

Crying in your dreams and waking up wondering why there’s tear lines on your face.

Because you know

YOU MOTHERFUCKING KNOW

that you were born for greatness.

That you were born to be phenomenally happy

and it is the joy bursting from your heart that will change the world.

YOUR world.

Yet when you shared your dreams with those you loved and trusted it was made sinful.

Wrong

Shamed

And you were told NEVER to talk about it in public because people will think you’re bad

mad

going straight to hell

don’t pass begin

don’t collect $100

So you shrunk

You scrunched up into foetal position waiting for the coffin to be rolled in so you can finally be released from this torture called existence.

And I know you try Darling.

I see you trying every goddamned day of your life.

To fit it.

To do it right.

To receive their approval.

Their ideology of what your success will look like.

Their rules of how you have to go about doing your soul work so that it will ‘work’!

Except it’s not

Because you’re so far out of alignment that you might as well put acid in your coffee.

Nothing makes sense.

You’re working your ass off,

Exhausted,

You might even be making the money

Might have the man and the kiddos and the white picket fence

The fence that feels like jail bars instead of the idyllic.

So you doubt yourself

You’ve stopped trusting yourself

Stopped believing in yourself

You’ve abandoned yourself and you show an empty shell of a human to the world with a myriad of masks hanging by the front door waiting for you to pick the most suitable one for today.

Is this what the dream is supposed to look like?

Because if so, it’s a fucking NIGHTMARE!

And all the time you swallow their lies and their poisonous restrictions of your SOUL WORK!

The art that is dying to burst forth from your throat, your fingers, your mind, your heart.

The art that has been building up inside of you for all these years to the point where so much pressure is inside of you, it feels like you’re going to explode!

When will you finally claim your burning desires and allow it to become greater than your fears?

WHEN?

WHAT THE FUCK WILL IT TAKE FOR YOU TO STOP COWERING BEFORE THOSE EGO DRIVEN ASSHOLES AND TO RISE TO YOUR FULL POTENTIAL?

What will it take for you to face the fear of criticism and speak your truth anyway?

What will it take for you to face the fear of failure and build your empire of impact anyway?

What will it take for you to face the fear of rejection and create the controversial art that is just waiting for you to unleash it?

WHAT WILL IT TAKE?

Depression?

Addiction?

Codependency?

Cutting yourself with a blade just so you can release the burn in your veins?

More debt?

More entertainment?

More obesity?

WHAT

THE

FUCK

WILL

IT

TAKE?

Do you not understand yet that you were born for a magnificent purpose and that every single desire you ever felt, no matter how grandiose or unique or unrealistic it might seem, is for your highest and best good?  That all of your desires are in service of you living your best version life so that you can do your best soul work?  Not only are your desires good but they are available to you right now!

RIGHT NOW!

But you have to claim the desire.

You have to straighten your spine and you have to DECREE AND DECLARE to yourself, to your loved ones, to your neighbours, to the UNIVERSE that you WILL have your desires met regardless of how long it takes.  Regardless of how much effort it takes.  Regardless of the sacrifices.  Regardless of the fear.

NOT NEGOTIABLE!

NONE of this is possible as long as you deny your desires.

NONE of this is going to happen until you’re prepared to drop the bullshit, to stop being such a codependent people-pleaser.  Until you start claiming your birth right of being one of the weird ones.  The crazy ones.  The ones who don’t fit in.  The rebels.  The ones who dare to dream bigger and do it differently because quite frankly criticism is just smoke on water.

YOU’RE AN ARTIST, A CREATOR, AND INSANITY IS YOUR NORMAL.

Isn’t it about time that you stop hiding behind your excuses and just admit that you’re afraid?

They say the first step to recovery is admittance.

In truth most people are addicted to fear.

They take it on as their identity and tippy toe through life pussy-whipped and miserable because they know what’s already written on their tomb-stone and it SUCKS!

YOUR FEAR DOES NOT DEFINE YOU!

Unless you allow it to.

Do you?

Or are you finally ready to step into who you truly came here to be?

Are you ready to put on those big girl panties, lace, leather and satin, and unleash your art onto the world.

OMG it would be devastating if you don’t.

It would be such a waste for you to go through another day, another month, another year, average.

Taking all your gifts, all your passion, all your talent to the grave.

It’s now or never Darling.

Because if you can’t find the courage to do it today, statistics show you won’t have the balls to do it tomorrow either.

What is your burning desire?

What are you ready to reconnect with?

What are you ready to overcome?

For only death is inevitable.

Thriving is a choice.

With love always,

Anel

PS:  Are you ready to face your fears and do it anyway?

Are you ready to unleash the art that is within you and build your empire of impact?

To TTFU and do whatever it takes?

To be obsessed with your vision to the point that you eat, sleep and drink it thereby connecting to a higher realm of creativity, doing it differently, experiencing different results?

If you know that you’re one of the crazy ones and you’re ready to climb out of that box which has been the coffin of your truth up until this moment, then I’m here to hold you to your path.

I’m that loving bitch that believes in your madness.

Let’s Play.