Do you judge the brightness of the sun by the reflection of the moon?

I adore the moon.

I love her sensuality.

I love her continuous flow from dark to full to dark again.

In truth I’m a little obsessed with her at the moment as I dive deeper into learning her secrets and manifestation powers which is readily available to us all, even though most of us have forgotten.  But more on that later.

Today I was reminded of the fact that our earthly experience of the moon is largely based on her position to the sun and the reflection of the light we get to see.

Our experience of the moon as a reflection of the light of the sun.

Breathe this in for a moment.

In truth, this reflection is never an accurate depiction of the power, the brilliance, the brightness of the sun!

The sun remains perfect, whole and complete regardless of the moon’s position or the story she tells us.

Quite frankly, I don’t think the sun gives a shit.

The sun just continues to shine radiantly and is happy to observe his perfect reflection on the moon with wonder and fascination.

“Oh look, the moon is in her shadow side tonight and not reflecting anything of me.  I’m just going to enjoy the darker shade of black knowing that she’ll turn in a few days and brighten up the starry skies again.”

“Oh wow, the moon is in her full glorious illumination tonight.  How gorgeous.  I’m just going to enjoy the view for the next couple of nights knowing her dark side will come back again.”

No boys, this doesn’t mean you get to go all hoyty toyty and point a finger at ‘moody’ women.

This is for all of us.

I believe that the moon-sun relationship is a perfect illustration for humanity.

Firstly, we as people, are ever changing.  We are evolving.  We are emotional as fuck (okay, some of us a little more expressive than others due to a lack of narcotics flowing through our bloodstreams).  Some days we are high, some years we are low.  Nothing is static.  No-one is completely predictable.  We all have a shadow side.  We all have the two wolves – yin and yang Baby.

Just make peace with it and enjoy the ride.

Secondly, and this is probably more my point today, we live in a world where we base a large percentage of our perception of self on the feedback that we receive from others.  Personally, I’m starting to question the wisdom in this.

Possibly hundreds of years ago, when there were fewer fucked-up psychopaths running around, this was a good system that served us well.

But with love and compassion, nowadays I’m seeing a minuscule percentage of ‘healthy’ and ‘well-functioning’ individuals who I honestly trust to reflect me back to me.

Shit, I wouldn’t even trust myself to give me feedback every day!  After all, I’m human too, I’m emotional too (you might have noticed by now) and I know that how I see myself in the mirror is largely based on what is going on internally.  My chosen path of personal growth is rife with learning and those trigger me all the time ranging from exhilaration to rage to a shade of darkness that intimidates Satan himself and everything in-between.

What I see with my human eyes is never a pure and 100% accurate reflection of who I am at my core.

So why is it that we so readily base our evaluation of self, our worth, our deserving, our right to thrive, on the perceptions and feedback from others?

Others who half the time are so fucking miserable in themselves that they do everything in their power to dull their pain of mediocre existence through escapism in whatever flavour their poison of choice.

At times these are people whom we love and adore, those we trust with our lives.  To the point of valuing their opinion more than our own.  Forgetting that no matter how much we might think of them, they’re still human AF!

At other times, and in thinking about this it’s ridiculous, we’ve never even met the retards!  Yet when they post a faceless comment on social media, telling us we’re worthless, ugly, undeserving of love, we take this on board as if there is any measure of truth in it!

Worse, we stop fucking shining because of their bullshit.

Am I the only one thinking this is a teeny weeny little bit fucked up?

Today I’ve been reminded to pause and to consider taking a god’s eye view on this matter.

Liberating and uncomfortable as it may be.

I invite you to do the same.

I invite you to take a step back and to consider that the feedback you’re constantly receiving from others says way more about where they currently find themselves on their personal journey of self-discovery, self-love, wholeness or lack thereof, than what it says about you.

On the flip side

I invite you to compassionately understand that how you experience others says way more about your current journey of self-discovery, self-love, wholeness or lack thereof, than what it says about them.

Yes, I know, he’s still a dick but just or a moment be courageous enough to get vulnerable here.

It’s when we move into this space of complete ownership and responsibility for ALL of our relationships, for ALL our personal power, that we are able to choose.

Do we want to continue basing our perception of self on the reflection of others, believing that we are fucked up, dark, imperfect, bad,

or

Do we want to turn our attention inwards and shine our light brightly with so much love and passion and compassion and enjoy the reflections from others knowing that they are on their own path and like the sun, stop judging the moon?

I confess, it’s a choice which I have to consciously recommit to daily.

Especially when I’ve had a particularly challenging day and my ego tells me how everyone else is wrong and I’m right for me to feel okay about myself.

I put it to you that maybe it’s time we obsess a little less about everyone else, and start focusing a little more on ourselves.

That instead of wanting to be pleasing and acceptable to everyone else, we start romancing ourselves and adore the face reflected in the mirror.

Rather than exhausting ourselves in trying to fix everyone else, we spend our time in healing ourselves.

Let’s all start being selfish!

And through this selfish rediscovery of our magnificence, we will bring a new radiant light to humanity.

This entire life thing is just an illusion.  A story I’m telling myself.  And of course I get to decide who is the villain and who is the hero.  After all, I hold the pen, I have the power.

However when we start waking the fuck up, the responsibility of that power becomes immense.

That’s probably why so few people really want to do it.

Why only a third of people are willing to wake up.

It takes balls my friend.

It takes titanium balls and then some.

Or ovaries if you want me to be politically correct.

I’ve made the choice to be more curious about myself.  About my journey.  To stop looking at everyone else for the answers of who I am!

I’ve made the choice to get still.  To go within.  To remember the wisdom.

Believe me when I tell you that this is probably the scariest thing I’ve ever done.

Trusting myself.

Then again, what the fuck do I have to loose?

I’m going to die anyway.

That’s inevitable.

Might as well choose to thrive until then.

How about you Darling?

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:   The gift of awakening, of setting mind-blowing goals and then unleashing the brilliance within to achieve, is what I bring to my clients.  It is a journey filled with fear, frustrations, grit, faith and ass kicking.  It’s a roller coaster ride where you’re able to go higher, feel deeper and thrive because you know I have your back.  Because no matter how many times you sit on your ass I will have you getting back up.  Because I believe in you.  Because my talent is my soul view of you.  Are you ready to face the reflection of your magnificence my friend?  Do you have the balls?  Then let’s connect.  Anel@anelbester.com

 

Just in case tomorrow doesn’t come…

Hey Beautiful

It’s the eve of my birthday.

I’m feeling a little pensive.

A little sad.

A tad emotional.

As I look back on my life I see forty five years filled with some of the most exquisite life lessons and experiences.

Lessons in love.

Lessons in courage.

Lessons in belief in self.

Lessons in forgiveness.

Lessons in awakening, questioning, wisdom.

Lessons in healing.

Lessons in remembering.

Some of these lessons were learned through exciting, joyful relationships and experiences.

Most of them weren’t.

I guess that is where the sadness comes from.  The realisation that I truly did intend to learn my lessons through pain and heartache.  Through a maze of choices which at any turn could have me sitting somewhere else today.

Yet here I am, in my beautiful home in New Zealand watching the sun creep up over the ocean highlighting the deep purple of the lavender bushes outside my door.

How blessed am I?

How blessed indeed.

So I’m not sure why the sadness.  Probably because I know that I’ve reached another chapter in my life.  There’s great changes happening in my world right now which is exciting and scary and exhilarating and terrifying.

Let’s be honest here, change is never easy – no matter how positive it is.

Change always involves loss of some form.

Relationships that are ending.

People whom I love leaving my life once again.

People who I honestly thought would be with me for a lifetime.

But what if this is my lifetime?

What if tomorrow doesn’t come?

Would I have shared with you that which I already know – knowing that if more is to come I will have more to share?

I’m not sure.

Which is why I wanted to write this piece for you today.

Just in case tomorrow doesn’t come.

These are some of the truths that I have learned in my lifetime.

To share all would take a few books.

I want you to know that you are enough.  You truly are.  I wish I could take my vision and gift it to you.  Oh, not my human eyes which requires thick spectacles just to see the letters on the screen.  But my soul eyes with which I view my family, my friends, my clients, every person that I have the privilege of meeting.  For with my soul eyes I see your perfection, your greatness, your brilliance even if your human creations are presenting you with challenges that has you doubt yourself on a continuous basis.  You have everything you need right inside of you Darling.  Believe in yourself.  You are enough.

I want you to know that you are very loved.  You are loveable.  You are love.

I want you to know that in order for you to experience that love, true love, you have to start loving yourself.  There is no greater love than this.  There is no purer love than this.  We are taught that loving ourselves is wrong – that we’re full of ourselves if we adore the face in the mirror.  Even without the make-up.  Before we straighten our hair. Just as we are, all wrinkly and pillow squashed when we wake up in the morning.  It is when we are able to connect with the love inside of ourselves, that we are able to start healing, that we are able to start shining and bringing our best version selves to the world.  There truly is no greater love than this.

I want you to know that there is a power within you that is unlocked through the scared trilogy of body, mind and spirit.  You were designed with this exquisite key which activates your creative abilities and unless you use all three in harmony, you are in fact NOT achieving your true potential.  See why I’m so passionate about people moving?  I am yet to meet a person who doesn’t increase their results when they incorporate all three elements into their daily lives.  No matter how successful that person.

I want you to know that you are not the sum of your past experiences and relationships.  Stop defining yourself by what’s happened.  Everything, every last relationship, every fuck-up, every hurt, has been an opportunity to learn and grow.  Stop hating the past.  Stop blaming the past.  Get curious.  Get loving.  Forgive.  Learn.  Let go!  Look at your body for the way, you put stuff into your mouth.  Some of it is good, some of it is shit.  It goes through your system and your miracle of a body takes out of it what it needs and excretes the rest.  Keep the good and let go of the shit!

I want you to know that your desires are all good!  All of them.  They are your desires for a reason.  And as long as you suppress your desires, as long as you shame your desires, as long as you fear your desires, you are committing soulful suicide.  You see Darling, we are all here for a powerful purpose.  And those desires are always in support of your purpose.  Even if it doesn’t make sense to you on a logical basis.  I’ve seen women thrive after buying that ridiculous dress because it elevated their sensual creative energy to magical heights, it was an essential piece to the puzzle of thrive!

I want you to know that it’s not your responsibility to save anyone else.  Seriously.  None of us are created stronger or better than others.  All of us are equal.  All of us have free will.  All of us.  Every time we ‘save’ someone we are in fact keeping them in struggle for they never get to work their bad-AF muscle which is needed for them to unlock their internal power and wisdom.  Save yourself.  Heal yourself.  Then share your journey with others so they may take what they will from your story.  That’s right, stop being a saviour and become a story teller!

I want you to know that you are perfect, whole and complete.  Right here.  Right now.  You don’t need to add or detract anything!  You don’t need to go find yourself.  You don’t need to drop a dress size.  YOU’RE FUCKING PERFECT!  The moment you embrace this truth, you will smash the mirror of illusion and return to your physical state of perfection.  It just happens.  Yet as long as you focus on your ‘imperfection’ you create more of that.  Bullshit.

That’s it.

That’s all I want to share with you today.

Oh wait, and stop existing FFS!  Stop waiting for shit to happen to be happy.  Choose happy NOW.  Play hooky and go do something that lights you up.  Go do something crazy.  Go have fun!  Grow down.

Why wait?

For what?

For when?

Death is inevitable after all.

Thriving is a choice.

With love eternal – even from the other side,

Anel

PS:  I would love to hear from you.  After all it’s my birthday tomorrow and honestly I can think of no better gift than to hear from you.  What you are up to.  What you are creating.  What you are learning.  Even if we have never spoken before!  Drop me a mail at anel@anelbester.com and let’s celebrate all of ourselves, our lives, our lessons, our perfection.  Why the hell not?

There’s no fine in thrive

Isn’t it a little disgusting how we’ve been socialised to conform in the desperate yearning for acceptance?

Isn’t it a little absurd how the culture of mediocrity has managed to take our most powerful tools and turned them into tools of enslaving us in average?

Tools such as goals.

Tools such as emotions.

Tools such as words.

We’re taught to think less for ourselves by a schooling system that only awards those who are prepared to stop questioning and regurgitate what they’re being told.

We’re taught to use fewer words – shit, I can hardly read mosts texts with all the LOLs and ROTFLMAO and others I haven’t figured out yet.

We’re taught to feel less replacing our expression of emotions with emoticons.

And we’re taught to always be FINE.

I’m fine.

What the fuck does fine even mean?

From personal experience I’ve used the word fine whenever life was feeling really shit but I was too scared, too filled up with shame, too chickenshit to be honest and open and real.

So I would be fine.

Especially when people asked me how I was when I could see that they’re not even consciously asking.

It’s just what we ask right?

‘Hi, this is John from ABC insurance company calling, how are you today?’

‘Thanks so much for asking John.  Actually I’m in a really dark space in my life right now.  My two year old has been shitting all over the floor with his diarrhoea, my husband is screwing his secretary, the cat got run over, I have bills lying on the kitchen counter that is long overdue, my ass seems to have disappeared under an ocean of fat, my hair is going grey even down there, and I’m not sure how to pull out of my funk.’

Click.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

So instead we’ve learned to say ‘I’m fine’.

Another breakdown in powerful conversations.

Meaningful conversations.

Real conversations.

In fact we are taught to lie from a young age.

As kids, when we are honest about how we feel we get told nobody really cares.  That they didn’t really want to know.  That we should just be fine.

We’re creating a culture of ‘fine’ horse shit.

We’re creating a culture of people disowning their true emotions, swallowing it down like old vomit that has nowhere to go.  It burned coming up, it’s vile going down.

And it festers.

It destroys.

It’s eating our insides.

Like gangrenous cancer it’s rotting us whilst we are alive.

Because we’re not thriving.

Instead atrophy is setting in and we’re not even aware of it because we’re too busy telling ourselves and everyone else we’re fine.

Fuck fine.

In fact, I honestly feel that it’s time we redefine curse words!

I feel that everyone must be free to say fuck.

I feel that should be encouraged from a young age.

It expresses massive emotion.

Why is that a bad thing?

I feel that instead we should banish the words try, can’t, fine.

Rip those destructive little bastards out of your vocabulary and tell me your life and your results don’t skyrocket!

I dare you.

Seriously, try it for 30 days and check in with me.

All of these words are disconnecting you from your truth, your power, your capabilities, your emotions.

And yes, your emotions are one of your most powerful tools Darling.

It’s the barometer of your life showing you if you’re making the choices that has your vibration elevated and thriving, or if there is something out of alignment, an opportunity to learn a valuable lesson that will enhance your life, an ending that requires mourning and release.

None of that is described by fine.

Let’s stop fining each other.

Especially not you!

You are here to lead.

You’re here to bring change, to inspire through your personal thrive, to create, to heal.

Fine is simply not going to cut it.

Fine is the cowardly answer.

Be courageous and dig into your extensive vocabulary to find the words that truly describe the chaos or levels of massive thrive that is going on inside of you.

Not sure?

Go Google for heaven’s sake.

Go Google emotions and see the hundreds of words that are available to describe your true state.

And then use them.

On everone.

Even the insurance salesman.

Stop asking people how they are unless you truly give a damn.  Unless you truly are prepared to be there for them for the next hour or two if needed so they can find the words that describes whilst you listen.

Let’s stop with social chit chat bullshit.

I honestly just don’t have tolerance for that anymore.

My breaths have been predetermined for this lifetime and I’m determined to make each and every one count.

How about you Darling?

Are you going to make your words count understanding how truly powerful they are, or are you going to waste them along with your breath for social pleasantries.

Fine equals existence.

Existence equals torture.

Tortured equals spiritual suicide.

Suicide equals death.

I swear to chilli peanut butter than death is not half as bad as existence.

Been there.

Done that.

Burned that motherfucking t-shirt.

You can choose to thrive.

Today.

Right now.

And it starts with getting real with where you are.

Getting real means you have to do much better than fine.

It means getting out the thesaurus and going deeper until you find that word that feels like a massive click inside.

When you name it, you claim that bitch and you can start healing.

You can start making different choices.

You can start thriving.

START THRIVING FFS!

Life is too short for us to settle.

It’s just too short to feel fine.

With love eternal,

Anel

 

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Is this how you want to be remembered?

I still get chills.

Every time I hear it.

All I want to do is trade this life for something new

Each time I get taken back to that Thursday night at Virgin Active Randburg.

We were riding.

We were sweating.

Some of us were cursing, using whatever we had to just to get to the end of the song without giving up.

I dedicated this song, this ride, to the incredible Burry Stander and every cyclist who had died on the roads of South Africa whilst practicing their passion.

As the chorus raged to climax, we stood on the peddles and we fucking left nothing in the tanks.

Were you there?

Do you remember?

I listen to this often to remind myself how truly short our opportunity to make an impression.

To do our true work.

To be remembered.

Because life goes on.

No matter who you were.

People carry on with their day to day and they forget you.

Which means if you’re serious about making a difference in this world, you have no more time to waste my Darling.

Oh yes you can play it safe.

You can hide.

You can give me all the bullshit excuses in the world.

But are you going to be remembered for 30 days for the timid, scared, plain little mouse who wiped everyone’s asses

OR

Are you going to be remembered for 30 years for the passionate, raging, sometimes crazy bitch who didn’t give a rats ass about the opinions of the mediocre masses and who was prepared to fucking bleed for her purpose?

To leave it all hanging out – warts and all.

How do you want to be remembered?

Because you have to show up as that person.

Right now.

Right here.

All the time.

I believe our days are our lives in miniature.

Each day defines my life.

Each moment is my opportunity to make an energetic imprint on the collective.

Each time I meet a new person I get to show up and leave them with a memory.

Do I make it memorable?

Or do I make it likeable?

I don’t know about you but I’m so over the ‘like’ illusion.

I really don’t have time for you to like me anymore.

I really don’t.

I’m going to fucking die.

I don’t know when and I don’t want to take tomorrow for granted anymore.

So if my being in your face and triggering the shit out of you has you remember the moment, then so be it.

I am owning the fact that I’m here to bring change in the most uncomfortable of ways and that includes pissing people off.

You know what,

when that spinning studio rose out of their seats they didn’t do it because they liked me.

In fact, most of them probably didn’t come to my classes because they liked me.

They came because I challenged them to stop fucking around on their bikes, stop wasting their time with mindless hamster spinning, and to work their greatness muscles.

They rose because for 3 minutes and 52 seconds they got out of their egos, they collective brought their energy in honour of humanity, and they shone like the amazing powerful unlimited souls that they are.

THAT IS WHO YOU ARE!

But is that how you’re showing up?

Or are you showing up as the fear filled little human thinking that the worst thing that could possibly happen to you is that someone could criticise you and hurt your feelings?

Are you showing up as the precious princess who don’t want to fall on her knees and get a boo-boo because heaven forbid it should leave an ugly scar?

Are you showing up as the lifeless zombie waiting for you body to die because you don’t have the goddamned guts to stop your shit, to do the work, and to do the incredible purpose that YOU came here to do?

 

Think about what you’re doing today.

Think about what you’re doing right now in this moment.

If you had to die right now, is this how you want to be remembered?

How would your family remember you?

As the exhausted, washed out ghost of a person who went to the office all day and then came how collapsing on the couch?

Is that how you want them to remember you?

How would your friends remember you?

As the happy drunk who just wanted to keep the status quo?

Is that how you want them to remember you?

How long would all those Facebook friends remember you?

Will they even notice that you’re not posting anymore?

Or would it take them months to notice that they’re feeling better and make the connection it’s because you’re not posting all your drama anymore?

How do you want to be remembered?

After a powerful conversation with a friend this morning I’m throwing away all my business cards.

In the bin bitches.

Why?

Because I’ve made the decision that if we meet and you need a business card to remember my name, I’m not doing my purpose work.  I’m not showing the fuck up for you and quite frankly I don’t deserve you to remember me.

Thanks Suzanne.

How about you?

Are you willing to step up and make an impression?

Are you willing to stop dulling your bright and become memorable?

Are you willing to divide the camps into lovers and haters and use the energy from both camps to fuel your passion even more?

I challenge you right here, right now, to look at your state.

Your clothes.

Your hair.

Your body posture.

Your energy.

Your daily activities.

Your daily conversations.

Are they what you want to be remembered for?

If they are, fucking awesome!!!  Send me a mail because I want to follow YOUR work.  I want to know YOU.  I want to be inspired by YOU.

And if they’re not you can choose differently.

Right here.

Right now.

NOT TOMORROW.

Fuck tomorrow.

What if tomorrow never comes?

Sit your ass down right now, take out your journal and your pen and let’s get to work.

First – write down what you see reflected in your life right now.  Taking an outside view, how do you know you will be remembered and how does that make you feel?  Why does it hurt like a mother?  Where in your body is it hitting you?

Second – Forgive yourself.  Completely and wholly.  Yes, it sucks but honour your journey and thank the Universe that you got to this point of awakening today.  Forgive yourself for all the hurt you’ve causes in yourself and others, whether consciously or unconsciously.  Forgive yourself for attracting the asinine teachers who did a stellar job in providing the lessons you’ve requested in this lifetime.

Let that shit go!

Third – Write down how you want to be remembered.  By your family.  By your friends.  By your clients.  By the world.  By every stranger whom you might only ever meet once for five minutes.  How do you want to be remembered.

Fourth – Write down how the new version you shows up.  How does she speak?  How does she think?  How does she feel?  How does she dress?  What does she write?  What does she post on social media?  What does she eat?  How does she orgasm?

All of it.

Commit to being her.

Find an accountability partner who will kick your ass when you stray from her.

Be her.

Done!

It’s all a choice.

You are not your past.

You are not your current behaviour.

YOU ARE SOUL.

YOU ARE LOVE.

YOU ARE ALL…

How do you want to be remembered?

Death is inevitable.

Thriving is a choice.

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  Language is powerful.  It is through our words that we create.  Yet I find most people are still not conscious of the reality that they are speaking into physical form.  This is where coaching transforms, brings change, creates power.  It’s through powerful conversations that we align with our truth and create our iconic.  Are you in a period of transition?  Where you’re just done with the current state of affairs in your life, your business, your fitness, your spiritual energy? Are you ready to do the work?  Whatever it takes?  Because failure and mediocrity is simply no longer an option you are willing to tolerate in your life?  If you’re ready then I invite you to connect with me today on a call to reveal the possibilities waiting for you.  Hit me a mail at anel@anelbester.com or click here for direct access to my calendar.  Live like there is no tomorrow!

 

PPS:  Photo of Burry Stander by Craig Kolesky

The truth of you

I’m going to keep this to the point.

You might disagree with me.

You might tell me to go fly a kite.

You might unfollow me.

As long as I trigger that ugly AF ego of yours, I’ve achieved my aim.

Here’s why:

I see people hurting.

Badly.

I see people walking around miserable.

Fat.

Depressed.

Drunk.

Out of breath from tying their shoes.

I see people putting on fake smiles – the walking dead existing from day to day.

I see people taking all their hurt and fear and unquestioned childhood indoctrination and screwing up the next generation by passing on their truckloads of rubbish because they are too dumb-ass lazy to start thinking for themselves, questioning what they know, releasing the past and moving forward.

I see people sitting in heaps of misery, wrists bleeding disinterest into the soil.

THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!

What will it take for each and every person to wake up, stand up, and take full responsibility for their lives thereby releasing themselves from this absurd destructive pattern of oppression?

What will it take for the leaders to stop following and to start making a new path of their own – inspiring others to follow them because their passion is ridiculously contagious?

What will it take for the creators to stop imitating?  To stop consuming and regurgitating?  To start bringing to life their unique gifts and talents in a way that raises eyebrows?

What will it take for the healers to stop saving everyone else and instead lovingly healing themselves thereby bringing light to a time of darkness?

What will it take for you to say to hell with mediocrity, exhaustion, frustration, defeat and to start doing the work that you came here to do?  To start showing up as your best version self?  To thrive and be fucking happy?

2017 has been a ripper for all of us.

All that has been hidden for decades within the darkest parts of our subconscious has surfaced like floating turds refusing to flush down the toilet.

We’re being called to deal with the issues we’ve not dealt with before.

We’re being given the opportunity to release that which no longer serves us so we can move forward without all the baggage.

It’s been hurting like a mofo – bandaids being ripped off to reveal the puss festering below.

It’s been nasty and at times ugly.

People have been revealing their true colours and relationships have ended.

We’ve been gifted the opportunity to finally deal so we can find the truth of who we are.

We are love.

We are light.

We are perfect, whole and complete in this moment.

Right here.

Right now.

YOU ARE PERFECT, WHOLE AND COMPLETE!

Do you get that my friend?

Really get it?

Everything else is an illusion that you’ve created through the stories you keep telling yourself.

Because you’ve been so consumed with what is going on with everyone else that you’ve not taken the time to see the truth which is you.

Or maybe you’ve told yourself everyone is nasty destructive assholes so instead you escape into Lala land somewhere in cyberspace.

Whatever your poison – I implore you to put it down and walk away from the lies.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Everyone has gone through challenges this year.

Nobody has been spared.

Because the Universe knows we can take it.

The Universe knows that we’re all powerful, all magnificent.

So deal and get your ass up.

Stop licking your wounds.

The blood will congeal and stop running.

Stop whining like an old hag.

Nobody gives a shit.

Seriously.

They have their own internal demon voices to deal with.  They don’t need you to add to the cacophony of misery.

Stop sabotaging yourself – do that which you are resisting the most and you will receive the rewards you say you desire.

Nothing changes unless you change.

Nothing changes unless you sing a different tune.

Nothing.

I was reading Louise Hay yesterday and she had this beautiful illustration of the truth –  you create your future with your language.  That which you say out loud or silently to yourself.  Think of your words as a buffet laid out before you.  Understand that whatever you choose to dish up is what you will eat tomorrow.

Do you really want to eat more shit tomorrow?

Seriously?

Or is it time for you to clean up your act?  Clean up your language?  Dust off your ass, pull back those shoulders and march forward as the badass warrior I know you to be?

As I look at the photos on my phone capturing moments of 2017 I’m filled with joy and gratitude.  I simply can’t believe how amazing my life is.  I am blessed beyond measure.

This doesn’t mean my life is free from challenge.

Then again I didn’t come here to be a princess.

I came here to lead.  To heal. To change.  To create.  To bleed.

I choose to go into battle every day.

It is my place of thrive.

I heal through my pain.

I create through my pain.

I embrace my pain.

I am NEVER defeated.

And let me tell you that if a middle aged old lady born in Africa can thrive, so can you!

I am no better than you.

I have nothing different from you.

We are the same.

You and me.

Mirror images.

So where are you emotionally today?

Are you feeling down or are you feeling on fire?

Will you choose to stay on the couch or will you choose to get the fuck up and go kick a hornets’ nest?

Will you choose to hide from the big bad world or will you choose to put on your amor, take up your passion and make a difference?

Even if that difference is just in your language today – eradicating ‘Try’, eliminating ‘Can’t’, obliterating ‘Sorry’.

Even if that difference is just you finding the courage to go stand in front of the mirror and look into your own eyes until you find something to love, something to admire, something to be proud of.

What will you do today?

Heaven knows that death is already inevitable Darling.

But will you choose to thrive today?

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  2017 is not over.  In fact even if it was, time is continuous.  Stop slowing down!  Stop waiting for next year to bring change.  Stop waiting for January to set your next resolutions.  And if that is exactly what you’re planning on doing, please do unfollow me.  Life is NOW.  Thrive is NOW.  And I work with action-takers.  Those who use the passion ignited in an instant to commit to the courageous outcomes they have no idea how to achieve.  Those who desire iconic lives of purpose aligned success.  Those who understand that it’s all connected and who seek a holistic approach to thrive.  I work with the born leaders, change bringers, healers, creatives, achievers who take complete ownership and do the work to show up as their best version self.  Because they know they deserve it.  If I’ve just described you, the real you, the you on the inside, even if your external self is a tad lost right now, then it’s about time that we connect.  What are you waiting for Gorgeous?  Thrive now.

But what about the people??

I’m a little stumped.

I’m a little sad.

I’m really pissed!

Last night I was invited to a local event for entrepreneurs around business continuity after natural disasters.

Okay, in all honesty I was a tad hesitant as I’d had dealings with the hosting organisation before and let’s just say that a banana leaves me more satisfied than they had.

Yet natural disasters are very real when you live on a tiny island that shakes rattles and rolls harder than Elvis.  It’s impacting everyone – not just business owners.

I was optimistic to meet some real leaders (the born leaders with presence and passion not the titled suits) who are on a mission to bring change, to create, to collaborate, to have the powerful conversations so desperately needed at this time.

Well…

First off – don’t waste my fucking time.

Ever.

I have zero tolerance for that.

And you shouldn’t either.

Here’s a room packed with business owners to the point that quite a few was left standing.  It’s the end of the day, everyone is tired.  Everyone sacrificed time with their loved ones.

The promise made was information to assist business owners to get through natural disasters.  NOT a row of sales reps selling their insurance packages and PR packages and back-up packages.

WTF?

Secondly, and this is what really gets me raging, not a single speaker (there was 5 of them) addressed the human factor.  Not a single speaker addressed the fact that people are jumping off buildings as if it’s bungee jumping season because they’re not emotionally coping with the last earthquake, the drought, the floods.

Nobody addressed the fact that unless YOU, the owner of the business, have a resilient mind-set your business don’t have a hope in hell of thriving.

Nobody evoked a drop of emotion!

And let’s be honest, emotion is what it’s all about.

Because they’re too fucking scared to speak their truth and say “Guys, we need to start getting real because me standing here in my pretty suite with my pretty slide show is bullshit.  Let’s talk like real people.  Who here remembers how to have a powerful conversation?  Let’s have those!”

In fact, not a single speaker opened the floor for questions.

Not a single one!

Oh yes, you can have the insurance policy in case your rep gets shot and injured in Kenya (I’m not kidding you – this is the example used in the presentation for natural disasters in New Zealand!).  But if you crumble, if you sink into depression, if you think you can drink your way out of this shit, your ship will sink and everyone on board is going to fucking drown.

Including your kids.

Including your spouse.

Including your staff.

Including their family.

Including your customers.

WAKE THE FUCK UP PEOPLE!

Why are we hosting bullshit events which has people reaching for another glass of wine just to get through the 50 minutes of presentations when we’re starving for real conversations.

We need to have the conversations on how we as business owners, leaders in our businesses, our homes, our communities, are going to ensure that we have the emotional grit and support we need to get through the worst case scenarios!  And not wait until shit happens!  It’s way easier to work your resilience muscle with the little disasters instead of waiting for the shit storm of the century to happen.

We need to have the conversations on how we as business owners, leaders in our business, our home, our community, can empower our staff to become better, stronger, more resilient in themselves so that we don’t have to try and save them as well when the next quake happens.

We need to have the conversations on how we as business owners, leaders in our business, our home, our community, change catalysts, healers, creatives, can reach out and empower those around us who we can see are not coping.  Those who are still reeling from the previous tsunami.  Those who are breaking and beating the shit out of their kids because they feel stripped of their testicles and will do anything to feel a measure of power and control again.

These are the conversations that we need to be having as a business community around business continuity.  Because if our community crumbles, whether local or global, we don’t have a purpose to even do business.

Hey, don’t think just because you’re sitting in another country this doesn’t apply to you.  Every country has its challenges.

This is for everyone.

In case you haven’t noticed, Gaia is not happy with us, and right now she is taking out the insect repellent and wreaking havoc all over the planet.  Between natural disasters and people losing their shit and murdering as if life is worth fuck-all, we’re in crisis.  And with social media we get to experience the trauma even when watching from the safety of our homes on the other side of the world.

It’s having an impact on you whether you own it or not.

As a collective, we’re in deep doodoo.

As a collective, we need to stop sitting in rooms talking about back-up files and we need to be talking about getting back up!

We need YOU to start stepping up into the leadership role that you were born to be in.

Yes, YOU.

If you’re reading this, YOU my gorgeous friend, are a born leader!  I don’t care what your ‘official’ title is.  I don’t care if your business is in Information Technology or running a household and raising the next generation.

I agree, the practical systems are important, but I’ve been coaching business owners and CEO’s long enough to know that if you have a strong mind-set you can lose EVERYTHING and still be okay.  You will find a way.  You will become resourceful.  You will build it again from the ground up if you have to.  You will thrive.

But

If your mind is defeated you can have every insurance policy, you can sit with all your backed-upped files, you can have your Instagram posts continuing, you will fold.  Because you won’t be able to find the inner strength to get up and start again.  You will walk away.  Broken.

And here’s the other thing that I want to say you today – it’s not just about YOU!  

It’s about your company and all the people whose lives you touch.

It’s about your community – even the irritating fucking neighbour insisting on mowing the lawn on a Sunday afternoon.

It’s about humanity and the fact that we’re heading through a tunnel and I’m not sure that light up front is going to be sunshine for everyone.

It’s time for the leaders to go back to sitting around the fires and having the powerful conversations.  Leave your fucking suit at home and be a human being.

It’s time for the entrepreneurs to have the collective conversations around creation and collaboration for the upliftment and expansion of all.

It’s time for the healers to gather under the full moon and do the rituals that bring healing to themselves, to Gaia, to all.

It’s time for us to stop hiding behind our laptops and to start connecting.

But not with assholes.

Please, I actually don’t have the patience for asses in suits anymore.

I want to connect with your passion!  I want to see it oozing out of your pores even when you just walk down the street.

I want to connect with your purpose!  I want you to inspire me with your words so that I will throw my all behind you because your success is my success.

I want to connect with your vulnerability!  I want to see your courage through the understanding that we are the ones willing to say Voldemort, even though others try and hush us with their raised eyebrows, because speaking about the monsters takes away their power.

I work with the born leaders, the change bringers, the healers, the creators, the artists, the achievers.  I work with those who are prepared to have the uncomfortable conversations because their passion is greater than their fear.  I work with those who are willing to have eyebrows raised with a curse word or two because they understand that we have to move past bullshit fucking inconsequential societal rules.  It’s time to get real.

Are you getting real?

Are you?

Death is already inevitable Darling.

Don’t bore yourself to death even faster.

Instead, thriving is always an option for you.

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  Nope, there is no PS today.  Just fucking rise!

 

 

What is being murdered by sympathy?

Have you ever experienced the fury of a momma bear when her cubs are being threatened?

Probably not.

Yet that is how I felt yesterday.

I don’t allow too many people into my central heart space.

That space is normally reserved for my boys, my family, my close friends, my clients.

Probably because the passion that resides within this sacred space can either burn with tender warmth or become a raging furnace threatening to incinerate all those who threaten my people, their power, their dreams.

It takes shit tons of restraint and control for me NOT to unleash the beast.

NOT to lash out – flinging the menace across the room and standing in front of my cubs, baring fans, hissing, spitting, ready to fight to the death.

I’ve done it before.

I will do it again.

Don’t underestimate me just because I am a little old woman.  Believe me when I tell you that only the strongest of men equal my courage when my tribe is threatened.

I suspect that you might be able to relate.

After all, if you’re reading this you’re a born leader.  You’re here to bring change in a time when the world needs it most.

And I’ve hardly experienced change happening from a space of comfort.

Instead, change is brought on by discomfort, the knowing that we desire to experience the opposite, the knowing that what we are witnessing is not empowering humanity.

So what had me raging yesterday?

Sympathy.

Fucking sympathy!

I’m so sick and tired witnessing powerful people being consoled by ‘well meaning’ sympathisers who spiral warriors down into sobbing heaps of molten marshmallows.

Shove sympathy!

Nobody needs anyone to feel sorry for them.

There are no victims!

There are no weaklings!

There are only powerful people who can choose to feel weak and powerless.  A choice they can change in any moment.

Believe me when I tell you nothing good comes from sympathy.

As humans we do a pretty spectacular job of feeling sorry for ourselves.

I know.

I had a pity party for two years!

And each time someone hugged me and told me to take it easy on myself, I slipped down even further.

Okay so maybe you’re one of those people who thrive under the sympathetic attention of others.  This piece is not for you.  Please stop reading and go hug something.

I respect we’re not all the same.

Yet I have witnessed that weakness breeds weakness.

I have witnessed that people tend to ‘console’ because they’re uncomfortable in the face of tears.  They can’t stand being in the company of heart-wrenching pain and sorrow.  They want you to wipe off those tears and put a smile on your dial.

Here’s a tissue.

Not because they want you to work through your shit and rise stronger.

Nope.

They think they’re doing it from a place of love.

They think they’re helping you.

But they’re not.

I recall a time long long ago, I must have been around six years old, our dog brought home a chick in his mouth.  The poor thing was still alive and so I decided to save it.  I walked with it in my hands the entire day – and it died.  My mom told me I killed it with too much love.

Ouch.

Yet we’ve all seen ‘love’ kill.

I put it in inverted commas because I think that society has fucked up the meaning of love.  I think we’ve forgotten what love truly means.  I suspect it’s time to reassess, remember, reconnect.

Love starts with self.

And hardly anyone loves themselves.

Truly

Madly

Deeply

Maybe it’s time we go back to the drawing board and start with true love.

For the love as we have it at the moment is murdering!

It’s murdering people – I beat the shit out of you because I love you Sweetheart.

It’s murdering courage – Honey you don’t have to be strong, I’ll be strong enough for both of us.

It’s murdering dreams – I will love you even if you give up on your deepest desires today.  You don’t have to keep going.  It’s okay to give up.

That’s not how I love.

I love you.

Unconditionally.

I love you enough to respect your dreams.

I love you enough to kick your ass when you want to give up two feet from the finish line.

I love you enough to witness your exhausted tears, listen to your excruciating drama and then tell you to choose:  sit in the drama and bring out the cake for the pity party of the season, OR TTFU and decide what more you’re willing to pulling out to live your dream.

And if you want to have your pity party I respect that.  And I will allow you to live in the reality you create for yourself through this choice.

And if you want to pull your shit together I will hand you the cement.  And I will stir that coffee and make you drink every last sip so you can get on and finish what you started.

STOP KILLING FUCKING DREAMS WITH SYMPATHY!

Everyone goes through challenges on the way to greatness.

It never ends.

That’s why you’re a goddamned leader!  Because YOU have the balls to get the fuck up and keep going when all the minions want to cuddle you to the floor.

You signed up for this.

Because when you cross the finish line, you wipe off the sweat from your forehead, you go to the medics tent for a bandage, and then you go sign up for the next dream.

YOU

ARE

SPECTACULAR!

YOU

ARE

POWERFUL!

YOU

ARE

ENOUGH!

Fucking end of story.

I’m done with pity parties.

I’m done with the Care Bears who don’t empower.  Instead they enfold you in their soft arms and cradle you into the slumber of mediocrity.

If you’re tired it’s sooooo tempting.

When you’re hurting you just want soft for a while, transporting you back to your warm bed where you felt safe as long as you had your blankie or your teddy.

Well Hun, you’re not fucking two years old anymore!

And the world needs you to get up, show up, and do the epic work you came here to do.

Stop listening to the call of the Siren.

Stop being lulled.

Get up!

Get up!

Get the fuck up!

Reconnect with your purpose.

Fall in love with your dream.

And never, ever, give up!

Stop looking for sympathy.  Connect with empathy.  Surround yourself with warriors.

Warriors hurt.

Warriors cry.

Warriors mourn the loss of their fallen brothers and sisters.

Warriors continue to rise until they too stand in the great hall of Valhalla.

For death is inevitable.

Thriving is a courageous choice.

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  As we head into the final stretch of 2017 I’m once again seeing people everywhere slow down.  Yes, it’s been a challenging year.  Shit has been brought to the surface and we’ve had to deal.  Yet now is NOT the time to sit down.  Now is NOT the time to say ‘next year’.  Now is NOT the time to give up because your ambitions seem impossible – I hear people saying that maybe they just aimed too high.  Bullshit!  You’re not done yet! The finish line is still ahead of you.  Choose:  Sit down with everyone else, or start pulling out all the stops.  Bring in the big guns.  Believe in yourself.  Invest in yourself.  It’s all a choice – I shouldn’t have to tell you that.  If you’re feeling weak, if you’re feeling tired, but you are determined to finish, then let’s connect.  If you’re ready to pull that shit out of you and rise stronger, let’s connect.  If you’re ready to reconnect with your drive and become indestructible, then let’s connect.  Book your consult today and let’s shift gears.

 

 

 

 

What is the worst thing that could happen?

I’m freaking out.

I’m feeling old today.

I’m feeling like I’m not where I’m supposed to be at this stage of the fight.

I’m feeling like I’m playing too small.

I’m feeling chicken.

What’s this about?

What’s the fear?

The real fear?

Not the one that I say I don’t have.

Aaaaaaaah – I’m still afraid of the unknown.

I’m still afraid of doing the things I’ve never even attempted before.

The things that I talk about but don’t live.

Shit, I thought I had this one handled.

But that’s the thing about fear. It doesn’t go away.  And if we think we can conquer it once or twice and be cured we’re sadly mistaken.

Maybe you can relate.

Maybe you think I’m just a coward.

That’s cool.  I’m feeling a little cowardly at the moment.

But this shit is real – for me.

I know because I see it reflected all the time.

I know because I see the evidence strewn all over my life like an upturned toy basket in the wake of a two year old tantrum.

I know because I’m a secret control freak and when I feel that I’ve lost an inch of control my ego starts screaming hysterically in my head.

It’s overwhelming.

It’s terrifying.

It’s pissing me off.

It’s pissing me off because I know better by now.  I know that it’s all in my head.  It’s just my stories.

And the moment that I change my story, I change my actions, I change my results.

Boom.

That easy.

Except when I allow the ego to take up the pen and write a chapter, I’m fucked.

I’m terrified.

I’m stuck.

Why am I even writing this today?

Fuck if I know.  Yes, when the cursing increases it’s because I’m feeling threatened and I don’t like it.  I don’t like it one bit.

I just sat down and asked what’s the message that needs to come through me today.  And honestly I’m a little pissed that my fingers are sharing my personal vulnerability with you.  A complete stranger.  Who probably think I’m crazy as a bat by now.

Or maybe, just maybe, you’re sitting there and you’re feeling a little defeated today.  Maybe you feel like you want to throw your hands in the air and scream “Fuck This Shit!” and just walk away from it all.  Maybe you feel like an incompetent failure who don’t seem to be achieving the levels of success you see everyone else achieve which means there must be something wrong with you.  A faulty print of the human blueprint.  A mistake.

And that hurts like a motherfucker!

Fuck

It

Hurts.

I know

I have felt it so many times my friend.  I have found myself on a cold tiled floor sobbing, screaming into silence, gasping for air, not being able to think anymore.  Not being able to feel anymore.  Not being able to live anymore.

I have found myself spent on the floor, eyes wide open, staring, dead.

I have found myself not being able to breathe.

Not wanting to breathe.

All because I thought there was something wrong with me.

That I wasn’t as good as everyone else.

That I wasn’t good enough.

I’ve felt that pain and let me tell you that there is nothing worst.

Which means anything else that I can possibly experience going forward will be okay.

I will be okay.

I can give myself permission to fuck up a little more.

I can give myself permission to do the things that has me pissing my pants in fear.

I can give myself permission to be perfectly imperfect.

I can give myself permission to get out of everyone else’s apparent success stories and just focus on my own life.  My own purpose.  My own mission.

I can give myself permission to feel fear for in the absence of fear I can never find courage.

And I’m ready for more courage.

I’m ready to grow a bigger pair.

I’m ready for greater adventures.

I’m calling in some epic fellow travellers.  Those who woke up this morning thinking that it’s time.

Those who are fed up with feeling like lesser than.

Those who are here to bring change.

To disrupt.

To rebel.

Those who are tired of having politically correct conversations.  Who want more.  Who want real.

Those who are prepared to get bruised and grazed.  Those who are ready to cry and bleed.

Because it’s in our tears that we find our healing.

It’s in our blood that we find our living.

I’m ready to set the next scary goal for myself and ask “What is the worst thing that could possibly happen?”

I guess I could end up alone.

That’s a possibility.  Although being alone doesn’t mean loneliness.

I guess I could end up broke.

That’s a possibility.  I’ve been broke before.  I turned it around before.  I can turn it around again.

I guess I could end up without legs.

That’s a possibility.  Then again there are thousands of epic badasses out there evidencing that a loss of limbs doesn’t mean a loss of greatness.

I guess I could end up dead.

Well fuck – I’m going to die anyway!

In other words nothing that I can do can end in complete disaster!

Doesn’t that just feel amazing?  Liberating?  Empowering?

How about you????

How are you feeling right now?

Ready for something new and scary and exciting?

Ready to do something crazy?

I keep seeing a mountain whilst writing.  Fuck.  Guess I’m going to go run across a goddamned mountain again.  Fuck.  Anyone keen on running over a mountain with me?

Seriously!  What is it that you’re NOT giving yourself permission to do?  The craving that won’t go away?  The whisper that is a constant annoyance like a fly buzzing around your head?  The green eyed monster you feel inside each time you see others living something that you’re not?  And what is the fear that stopping you from doing it?  What’s the worst thing that could possibly happen?

Honey, death is inevitable.   Thriving is a choice.

What are you going to choose?

20 Seconds of insane courage will always transform your life.

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  Are you ready to set those really big goals but not sure where to even start?  Or maybe you’re feeling why even bother when you’ve given up so many times in the past?  Maybe you’re telling yourself that you just don’t have what it takes. Yet there is a rebellious energy inside of you that is insatiable and demanding expression.  There is a warrior inside of you that refuses to let you stay flat on your face.  There’s a drive inside of you that will not be kept small any longer.  Are you ready to rise?  Are you ready to keep taking another step and another and another?  Whatever it takes?  Whatever it takes?  Because the stench of mediocrity is filling your throat with acid bile and you’re done with this shit?  Then let’s connect Darling and let’s shift your sweet ass into massive amounts of inspired action where you won’t have time to press pause, you won’t have time to self-sabotage, you won’t have time for failure.

 

Nobody gets spared from the fire. Will it melt you or mould you?

I get it.

Challenges happen.

Things get tough.

At times life feels like a continuous shit storm and you appear to be the only ass left on the pavement without an umbrella.

Not the most celebrated of times.

But I’m also getting to the point of zero fucks left for the chronic victims who quite frankly have practiced their pathetic whining and puppy eye manipulation to a fine art.

I’m getting to the point where my very scarce reserve of sympathy is drying up as fast as a single drop of water in the baking desert sand.

I simply don’t get it.

How does feeling sorry for yourself day in and day out make your life better?

How does opening that bottle of rum before lunch to drown your sorrows make your life better?

How does your continuous doom and gloom accounts of the worst news highlights make your life better?

And then they have the audacity to point a finger at those of us doing the fucking work and calling us lucky.

They say that we’re living in a fantasy world and that we have to start watching the news so we can know what’s really going on.

They say that we don’t understand how hard it is.  That we’re insensitive.  That we’re bitches.

Bitch please.

Here’s what I know to be true for me:

Life is one magnificent journey of learning and remembering.

Life is a roller coaster ride of ups and downs and at any given moment you get to choose if you want to label your emotion as terror or exhilaration.

Life is forged in the fire and the ice.

Nobody has it all roses from the day they’re born until their last breath.

Yet our power comes from our chosen approach to this experience.

Now personally I did the whole “Oh woe is me” thing for a long time and I confess it sucked.

I didn’t thrive when I chose to feel like everyone was oppressing me and pulling my strings.

I didn’t thrive when I chose to feel like the big bad world is scary and in order for me to not get bruised I had to stay hidden behind closed doors and pray that nobody looked my way.

I didn’t thrive when I chose to set pathetic goals and then give up at the first sight of an obstacle, blaming everyone and everything around me for my weakness.

I didn’t thrive when I drank to the point of vomiting and passing out because I was screwed up enough to think that life was more fun with copious amounts of alcohol.  That I was more fun, funnier, when I could hardly stand on my own two feet.

I didn’t thrive.

Which means that I only existed.

And in my opinion existence is worse than death.

There had to be a turning point.

There always is.

That moment in time when you come face to face with your raw ugly dark self and you have a choice – continue on the path of self-destruction or draw a line in the sand, clean up your act, and start breathing again.

I chose to breathe.

I chose to start kickboxing to the point where I was huddled over gasping for air, sweat dripping down my body releasing years of pent-up bullshit and toxins from my body.

I chose to ride my bike to the point where I collapsed on the floor gasping for air, dripping sweat down my body releasing years of pent-up anguish and shame from my body.

I chose to run to the point where I collapsed on the floor gasping for air, dripping sweat down my body releasing years of pent-up fear and rage from my body.

I chose to finally understand that my body is one powerful motherfucking vessel gifted to me in this life to unlock the patterns of greatness which reside in my mind and my soul.

I chose to understand that every time I pushed my body to new heights there was a magnificent prize to gain and that prize included renewed belief in myself, renewed respect for myself, renewed love for myself.

A gift that I continue to share with others.

In various forms.

Whether on a spin bike, a yoga mat or in a coaching session.

I have witnessed the transformation in people from their bodies, to the relationships, to their professional lives, to their financial lives when they stop their bullshit and start moving their bodies.

They unlock the power residing in the solar plexus which is lit by the fire in their muscles.

I

Fucking

Love

It

Every time I am blessed enough to see the phoenix rise I get goosebumps.

Every time I am blessed enough to witness the moment of awakening I cry.

Because for me it’s the most beautiful sight in the world – the rise of a once defeated human.

And I truly believe that it is within every person to rise.

I truly believe that every person is capable of living their dream life but first they have wake up from the nightmare.

They have to put a t-spoon of cement in their coffee and HTFU!

They have to set a physical goal that scares the bejesus out of them and then conquer every obstacle on the way to the finish line.

Victory.

Victorious.

Magnificent!

As I write to you today I don’t know your current circumstances.

I don’t know your fitness levels.

I don’t know your heart.

What I do know is that you are precious.  I know that you were born to do something really important.  I know that regardless of your current status you can achieve even greater levels of success in every area of your life.

I know this as I know the beat of my own heart.

It all starts with a choice.

Your choice.

Drawing a line in the sand today and saying that whatever has come before no longer defines your next level of excellence.

A level of excellence which includes iconic fitness, iconic mindset, iconic impact.

Your choice my amazing friend.

For death is inevitable.

Thriving is a choice.

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  If there’s another thing that I know it’s that those who achieve the results they have not achieved before, work with coaches and mentors.  Why?  Accountability for one.  Blind spots for another – when you are IN your story it’s hard to take the bird’s eye view.  Patterns which have formed that’s keeping you operating at your current level hidden by the ego from your conscious awareness.  Not knowing what you don’t know.  Structure.  Vulnerability.  Sounding board.  The list goes on.

I know that if you’re serious about going next level you have to invest in yourself, in your dreams, in your goals.

I know that if you’re serious about breaking the glass ceiling you have to set yourself up for success by surrounding yourself with the support you deserve.

I also know I’m definitely NOT the coach for everyone.  And quite frankly, if you’re just wanting to dip your toe in the water I request that you find another.  There’s plenty of more PC coaches out there.  There’s plenty of softer coaches out there.  And their approach might be more suitable for you.

But if you are ready to get the hell out of your comfort zone, to set the ‘impossible’ goals, to work your sweet ass off, to curse, to sweat, to thrive, then today is a good day to draw that line in the sand and use that same finger to book a consult.  Just press here and let’s press play.

 

 

 

It’s happening whether you face it or not.

There’s this old saying “Be careful what you wish for”

Since understanding the true creative power of my words I’ve been really conscious of this.

I now realise that we truly receive EVERYTHING we ask for – sometimes we’re just not very aware of what we’re asking for.

So when I asked to see that which I’ve not been ready to see before, I knew I was in for one helluva wake up.

I’m not being disappointed.

Each day as I continue to ask I’m taken deeper into my shadow side.

The side of me which, up to this moment, I didn’t want to face.

I didn’t want to see the shitty parts of me, tripping me up, fucking me up.

I thought that if I kept pretending it didn’t exist it wouldn’t matter.

It wouldn’t make THAT big a difference.

Surely.

I was wrong.

Of course.

Because what I’m seeing is taking my breath away.

The ways in which I’ve hurt myself in the attempt to protect myself is devastating.

To myself.

To those I’m here to serve.

For every time that I operate from my shadow self, I shrink a little.

I hide a little.

Like a scared little girl.

Who’s been beaten one too many times.

Like a terrified young woman.

Who’s been knocked down one too many times.

Like a terrified mother.

Who’s been broken one too many times.

And it sucks.

It hurts.

So fucking much.

To witness this within myself.

No wonder I’ve been living in denial.

I can have compassion with myself.

But I’ve also had enough of my own bullshit.

I’ve had enough of not facing the demons because I know that unless I name them, I can never change them.

And I’m changing fast and furiously.

I’m on a mission to step into the light and show you my battle scars.  The lesions.  The imperfections.  The dents.

After all, that’s my soul work.

I now know that I agreed on the lessons of abuse and bullying and pain and heartache and loss SO THAT I could have the opportunity to grow and choose to thrive.

I now know that I truly agreed to the life of a warrior.

And it thrills me!

I never came here to go from one day to the next for my own preservation or entertainment.

But to share it with those who have iconic levels of achievement to accomplish in this lifetime so they don’t have the time to work through all the lessons one by one.

I’m here to learn and share and collapse the timeframe of their awakening so they can get on with living their purposes.

That’s why I work with the leaders, the change bringers, the creatives, the artists, the healers, the achievers.

For they have important work to do and so do I.

Which is why I gladly go into the dark.

Why I continue asking for more.

Every day.

Show me more.

I am strong enough.

I am courageous enough.

I am driven enough.

I am committed enough.

To never give up.

Death before DNF

Death before DNF!

That doesn’t mean my clients don’t have to face their personal demons.

If their courageous enough to work with me they have what it takes to face anything lurking in the shadows.

My clients rock and I have the deepest respect and love for them.

I look around and I’m astounded at how few people are even prepared to own the fact that their shadow side exists!

I’m shocked and quite frankly devastated because I also know that if you don’t name your shit, your shit owns you.

It controls your behaviour.

It eats up your thoughts just as the worms will feast on your brain when you’re six feet under.

It poisons your emotions.

It doesn’t allow you to take complete responsibility for your life and instead you spew your bullshit onto everyone around you.

Blaming them.

Shaming them.

All the time living like a puppet to ego.

How

fucking

sad.

The truth is life is happening.

And you’re a player.

You’re participating.

You’re creating.

Whether you want to admit that or not.

I believe we can continue to point finger at everyone else, saying that because of them we have to endure whatever.

We can choose to play the role of a helpless victim.

I played that card for a couple of decades.

But honestly, it simply didn’t fit my personality.

It didn’t feel good.

It almost killed me.

Almost.

If the demon called depression couldn’t kill me, nothing from inside will.

I have taken my pain and I’m turning it into my power.

Making me indestructible.

Not afraid to bleed.

Not afraid to cry.

For I will not break!

And neither will you.

But you have to TTFU first Darling.

You have to draw a line in the sand and decide that from this day forward you take responsibility for EVERYTHING in your life.  The good, the bad, and the miserable as hell.

You have to draw a line in the sand and decide that from this day forward you will face your demons and slay them one by one.

You have to draw a line in the sand and decide that from this day forward you will stop judging yourself and instead open yourself to greater levels of awareness, astounding levels of learning.

It’s all a choice.

If you choose not to make these choices, know that you’re choosing the opposite.

You are choosing NOT to take responsibility but to stay a victim.

Yo are choosing NOT to face your demons and to have them cut you up on the inside.

You are choosing NOT to stop the self-judgement and instead live in hell on earth.

It’s all a choice.

I also want you to know that you chose to come here with greatness within you.  You chose to come here with the power to create universes.

But just because you were born for greatness doesn’t mean it’s going to happen if you don’t do the work.

The real work.

The work that has you waking up.

That’s always a choice.

Death is inevitable Sunshine.

Are you choosing to thrive?

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  Life is interesting, challenging, exciting.  Especially for those who are here to bring change.  Those who are here to bring healing.  Those who are here to create their art.  And it can feel lonely at times.  It can feel as if nobody understands.  That nobody gets you.  That nobody is on your side.  Welcome to Wild Woman Rebels.  A private Facebook group for women on a mission to thrive who have zero tolerance for mediocre bullshit.  If you’re that woman, if you’re passionate and high vibe and think you have an excellent sense of humour even if nobody else seems to agree, then come join the sisterhood today.