mindset, courage, hesitation, fear

If you’re serious about success, you have to starve the fear.

Can you trust me?

Even if just for a moment…

Just enough to take my hand,

interlacing fingers,

as we walk forward,

to the edge,

of your comfort.

Peering over the verge of infinite possibility.

Which is all available to you,

right now,

in this moment,

but first,

you have to leap.


That’s what they kept telling you, until you finally believed them.

They clipped your wings through false limitations,

ancient fears handed down from generation to generation,

cloaked in fairy tales of monsters and demons,

princes and horses,

never giving you the opportunity to feel the pure exhilaration that comes from soaring.

Instead, you play it safe amongst those who choose mere existence.

Sucking up the sweet nectar of their words when they tell you that they love you,

and that it’s because of this love that they have to protect you,

from yourself;

from your dreams;

from your greatness.

And because you have this built-in mechanism of self-preservation of the ego,

you have stacked evidence in favour of their cautions.


you and I both know that there’s a restlessness inside of you,

a deep dissatisfaction that’s eating you alive,

potential un-lived turning to cancer that’s slowly rotting your insides.

Living too small.

Living too slow.

Not living at all.

This piece is not for the sheople who want nothing more than to graze all day and sleep all night.

This piece is for YOU.

The one living an ungratified life of less than absolutely SPECTACULAR, simply because you’ve historically surrounded yourself with those who prefer to shuffle along from one day to the next.

Well Sunshine,

time for you to make some conscious choices.

You can continue to wake up each day, looking in the mirror with a measure of self-loathing,

a crooked smile of contempt as you see nothing but a shadow of your true self,

feeling like a little bitch,

telling yourself that it’s okay to settle.

Your choice.

Or you can choose to draw a line in the sand today and step the fuck over.

You can raise your expectations of yourself to ridiculous.

You can raise your standards for yourself to excellence.

You can raise your levels of thrive to un-fucking-believeable.

How do you do that?

By starving the fear.

You see Darling, fear, like a fire, needs oxygen to grow.

Time is the oxygen of fear.

It’s you pressing pause on your decisions to mull it over.

It’s you saying that now’s not the right time to achieve the impossible goal.

It’s you procrastinating on the courageous action which you KNOW will give you the results.

I decided to test the thought that kept creeping into my mind that fear and time was not a good combination for my desires.

I took it to my bike.

More specifically, the magnificent Cookie Monster (my mountain bike and yes, one day I’ll tell you how she got her name 😉 ) to some hair-raising drop-offs.

There’s a powerful saying in the cycling fraternity:

Hesitation leads to devastation!


When you approach a scary descent or obstacle and you hesitate,

you go straight into your head!

Panic ensues with your mind telling you all the possible shit that can go wrong.

Your body tenses up.

Arms lock.

Rigid as an ironing board.

And guess what happens?

That’s right –

you hit a rock and you come crashing down head over arse in a painful heap of blood and bruises.

NOW your ego goes into overdrive.

“See, I told you so you stupid bitch.  I told you that you couldn’t do it.  I told you that it’s dangerous.  I told you that you would get hurt.”



Because if you’re not,

and if you’re passionate about the ride,

you get up,

you dust off your embarrassment and pray to the gods of mud that nobody saw your ungracious descent,

you pick up your bike,

you carry her back to the top,

backing up far enough to pick up some speed,

take a deep breath,

summon every ounce of courage in your soul,

and you go over the edge again.

And again.

And again.

Until your body takes over from your mind and in a single fluid movement, you FLOW over the rocks!



Wooohoooooooo motherfucker!!!

It’s pure joy.

This is the domain of your soul.

She WANTS the thrill of achievement.

That moment of victory when you overcome your fears, the obstacles in your mind, and you conquer.

Yes, it takes practice and there’s always some painful learning in the process.

Whether on your bike or in your business.

Which is exactly why I don’t waste my time with anything less than passion.

I couldn’t be bothered with those who simply want to be in business so they can work less, put in less effort and make money.

I only align myself with purpose-driven badasses who build a passion-infused business and careers.


Those who desire mastery in their craft.

And they are willing to put in the hours and the practice it takes to hone their skills.

I align with those who understand that fear is simply part of life when you choose to be successful and play in the realm of magicians.

Fear calls you to your next level of growth and you can choose to run her down, trusting yourself to always get back up, believing that everything happens FOR you, knowing that wherever you end up is perfect to go from.

Dancing with her in a wild twirl of laughter and you keep leaping without overthinking.

Starving her of the oxygen called time so you can hear the next call in the dark.

What this truly requires is a deep belief in self.

Which, in all honesty, is one of the most challenging mind-set pieces that my clients deal with.

Luckily for them, my belief in them is unlimited.

And as they get used to playing in my sphere, as they learn to become comfortable with discomfort,

they let go of the hesitation and find the flow that’s always been inside of them.

If you’re done looking in the mirror with anything other than absolute pride and satisfaction,

and you’re ready to set some ‘impossible’ goals that has you going over the edge with trust that you’re born with what it takes,

let’s connect and see if playing together will be fun.

For only death is inevitable.

Thriving is always the choice of the brave.

With deep love and appreciation,




mindset, shame, responsibility, choices, loyalty

When will you deserve your own loyalty?

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

It’s defined as a strong feeling of allegiance and support.

Devotion, faithfulness, obedience.

A lot of emotion-provoking words loaded in a simple definition.

I’ve been 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 my son is more loyal to others than he is to himself.

I can relate.

For the greater part of my life, I’ve been caught up in 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.

Do you know what it feels like to walk around with your soul fragmented because you’re living out of integrity?

Torn apart through the pain of self-abandonment?

So that you will be loved and belong somewhere – anywhere – because you’re petrified of being alone?

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

I recall a particular morning,

living in a small town named Newcastle,

cowaring 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 opened, hell would rain down on me.

So I remained behind the locked door the entire day.

It wasn’t the fist or the last time.


I remained loyal to him,

keeping the secret of his violent outbursts from my parents,

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

I rationalised, even at this tender age of around seven, 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.

You might believe 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 violent and often abusive 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 hiding.

I’m not writing this piece to shame or judge anyone.

I’m not writing it to hurt anyone for things long past.

Instead, I’m sharing this with you today to start eradicating the shame of speaking out.

I believe in the greatness that lies within every single person.

But I feel that way too many people are being excused for their destructive behaviour BECAUSE we’re not talking about it.

It’s not about the betrayal of others.

They walk their own journeys and I walk mine.

I am not a victim.

I’m simply taking the time to observe the path that has brought me to this point and sharing my insights.

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 out of a false sense of loyalty to protect them from the consequences of their actions.

In my opinion one of the reasons why there’s so many alcoholics in the world is

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 the addict 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 environments where one parent stomps around in rage, the other treading on eggshells.

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

What breaks my heart is the fact that our homes are supposed to be our safe-havens, yet often they are the scariest places to be.

We are taught to sacrifice our values,

suffocate our dreams,

turn away from ourselves,

all in the name of loyalty.





Everywhere people are calling for the healing of humanity.

Crying out about the injustice happening in countries of warfare.

Outraged at the increased brutality in crimes and highlighting sexual abuse and discrimination.

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 and behaviour.

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 and to do the work to take control of their emotions and consequent actions.

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.

A time for loving the self, being loyal to the self, devoted to self.

And then

it’s time to show up and speak up.

For yourself.

For your children.

For humanity.

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

Yes, death is inevitable.

But thriving is a choice for those brave enough to make it.

With deep love and appreciation,







What’s wrong with this picture?

As I stand in front of the mirror, a crease starts forming between my eyes.

There’s something wrong with the picture.
Too soft.
Too voluptuous.
Too NOT me.

This is the power of creating your avatar my friend.
Instant recognition and corrective action brings FAST results and transformation in your life.

I’ve had a lot of people asking me what the hell I’m going on about?

So let me explain it in different language.

Think of yourself as the architect of your life.
Every now and again you get to look at your house and plan the improvements required to go next level.
Bigger than before.
Grander than before.
More impressive than ever before.

So you sit down with your pencil and rubber.
You take the drawing of your current abode and lay a larger piece of paper on top of it.
With the current structure showing through, you start drawing the outline of your new creation.
You see where you want to add a wing.
Where you want to knock down a wall and extend.
Where you want to elevate.

Then you have a look at the foundation and ensure that it is adequate for the new extensions. If not, you bring in the experts and ask what’s required for you to increase the strength and capacity of the core element that will uphold everything else.

Next you might want to start filling in the interior pieces. Updating the old plumbing, new tiles, new paint, new windows. Maybe some of the furniture needs to be replaced or new pieces be added in.

You continue to fill in the blanks until you have a vivid picture of your new creation.

One that fills you with pride.
One that fills you with great excitement.

As a professional architect there’s certain things you know for sure:
1. You’re not necesarily going to be the best builder for the job, you will outsource the areas that are not your strengths;
2. You know that this is not a quick fix project, it’s going to take time and discipline and effort;
3. You know that there will be some sacrifices to be made, some old pieces once beautiful, now stands out like a sore thumb;
4. You know that it’s going to take some good planning and systematic processes to ensure completion,
5. You know shit will happen, your plans might need readjusting, your image might need tweaking.


Let’s transfer it to you and how this translates to your avatar.

Every now and again (if you’re a high achiever more now than again) you’ll get to a space where your current model has become erm,

It’s time for an upgrade.

So you take the eight areas of your life and you ask yourself:
What would fucking spectacular look like in each area?
– Spiritual
– Physical
– Professional
– Wealth
– Relationships
– Romance
– Adventure
– Circle of Genius

Maybe you want to focus on one in particular and use it as the anchor piece of your avatar.
Let’s say Professional – what does your empire look like when you show up as the badass creator, influencer, leader you were born to be?
It’s big right?
Can you go a little bigger?
Come on – I know you can stretch a little further.

If you’re like everyone else, you go throw all your energy into said area, waking up one morning, out of breath, out of shape, alone, miserable and then you blame goal setting for your horrible existence.

Let’s not be like everyone else.

What you want to do is to get the bigger picture Darling.

That means, WHO is the BEST version you who builds this empire?
Personally I’m a firm believer in excellence in EVERYTHING.
For way too long I fooled myself into thinking that things didn’t relate to each other.
Thinking that I can have an okay body, an okay relationship, an okay life and a FABULOUS business.

It’s about the energy.
You’re either in high vibration or not.

Instead I now paint a picutre of perfect health, arousing romance, excitement, stimulation, interesting conversations, deep connection, the works.

Okay, so let me just give a disclaimer here – I’m basing this on MY personal values. Maybe health isn’t important to you. Maybe you don’t want to have adventure instead opting for same-old-same-old day in and day out. If this is the case, that becomes your avatar.

You fill in the details until you have a crystal clear picutre in your head about what this version of you eats, how you sleep, what you wear, what you think about, what you believe, what you talk about, who you hang out with, who you don’t hang out with, what you don’t tolerate, how you move, how you love, most importantly – how you FEEL.

Lastly, without shame or self-judgement (yawn to that shit) you start taking a critical look at your current state and constantly ask yourself:

What’s wrong with this picture?

I do this from when I wake up, what time I wake up, what coffee I drink, what pen I write with, what I wear, how I look in the mirror, how I train, how I talk to myself, what I believe, how I plan my day, how I show up, who I talk to, my furniture, my car, my home, everything.

When I notice a discrepency I ask myself:
Can I rectify this right now?
If it’s a hell yes, a simple tweak, a quick realingment, I do it.
If it’s a no, I make a note to put it into the plan and give it a date by when I commit to make the change.

Quick pro tip – internal stuff is always an instant shift, external stuff can take a little longer.

One of my personal secrets is that I don’t do all of this on my own. Even though I know I can, I simply don’t have the patience to fart-ass around for months or even years to get there. Instead, I align myself with the coaches and mentors who have already figured this next level shit out. I learn from them to collapse the timeline of manifestion.

I’ve also taken the time to figure out who I am. What I truly desire. What I take a stand for. What I treasure and value above all esle. What’s the legacy I want to leave behind.

Sadly I find most people never take the time to connect to this foundational piece, instead they take on what others tell them they should want and be, convincing themselves that when others are happy, they are happy. Or they copy strangers thinking that if it makes someone else happy, it will make them happy.


Those who are truly committed to livig a life of thrive understand that all of this is an internal game. They understand that they get to set the stage, set the rules, and play full out in a way that lights them up.

They take the time to figure out themselves first and then finding the tools and mentors that will get them the results.

They WORK the tools.

They have created the avatar and they are committed to the vision.

How about you Darling?

  • What do you want?
  • What do you take a stand for?
  • What do you treasure?
  • What are your core values?
  • What will be your legacy?
  • Who is your avatar?

Because unless you’ve taken the time to figure this out,
unless you’ve decided that YOU’re worth this level of living,
you’re simply playing on somebody else’s field.

You’re the ball-boy gushing over your heroes.

If, on the other hand you’re ready to be the team captain and you want to explore what having me on your team would like like, let’s connect and find out.

For only death is inevitable.
Thriving is always the choice of the brave.

You know I love and appreciate you,

The hogwash you tell yourself to stay out of the game.

Do you agree with me that you are the narrator of your life?

That you are writing your life story day after day, hour by hour, minute by minute.

Whether with your pen, your mouth or your mind.

If not,

stop reading now.

For me, this is the foundational piece of living a life of conscious choice and if you don’t have this in place, everything else I’m going to share with you today is nothing but a waste of time.

If you have this down, let’s continue.

I want you to start paying very close attention to the words you’re using in your day to day life.

Whether you’re talking to your clients, your team, your friends, your lover, your coach, yourself.

The very first time I started paying attention I noticed a HUGE motherfucking discrepancy.

Between all of these.

I would have vastly different conversations with colleagues and clients than I would with friends and loved ones.

I came to realise that I still bought into the old regime of what it means to be ‘professional’, a good girl, a responsible member of society.

Which means that in front of the public, I ALWAYS had to have my shit together.

Had to show only my best side.

That I always had to have all the answers in order for me to be a recognised authority in my chosen field.

Not only is this exhausting, it is also completely out of integrity for me.

I am human.

I am on the journey – same as you.

And if I never allow myself to not know the answer, never allow myself to change my mind, never allow myself to cockup in front of you, it means I never give you permission to do the same.

Considering my message is one of celebrating failure on the way to success, of growth and change, of celebrating the brilliance of being perfectly imperfect, this completely kept me out of the game!

On the social front, I basically had to kiss ass.

Telling people what they wanted to hear so that I could ‘fit in’ and be part of the tribe.

I had to show them that even though I had bad days, overall I was sunshine and rainbows and fun to be with.

I told them everything that would have them react in a pleasing manner because when I spoke my truth, I was berated for being a selfish, ambitious, inconsiderate, obsessed, over-the-top, gold-digging bitch.

I was told that I had to behave in public so that the neighbours wouldn’t talk about us.

I had to lie about the state of the family, what happens behind closed doors, stayed behind closed doors.

The fact that the man who contributed to my existence with a single sperm cell was an abusive asshole at that time, was never spoken about.

I thought it was normal to live in a fear-filled house, treading on eggs.

My story was one of the rebellious girl who got what she deserved.

Inside my head – fucking chaos!

I would continuously pendulum swing from being indestructible,

able to do whatever I put my mind to;

to being a pathetic, scared little mouse.

Scurry around.

Don’t be heard Anel!

If you keep this up, you will be punished.

Even as an adult.

Make no mistake Darling, just because somebody doesn’t physically touch you, doesn’t mean they can’t harm you.

It’s the words,

those well-delivered words,

that cut you to the bone.

Where nobody can see it.

And it stays long after bruises would have healed.

Making you doubt yourself.

Thinking that you’re crazy after all.

That you don’t deserve better than this.

That you’re simply not that good.

When you listen to this bullshit long enough, you start regurgitating it and it becomes YOUR narrative.

I know how challenging it is to turn this around.

How many times you have to question those labels, deciding for yourself that it’s just a lie, turn it around.

Day after day after day.

Every day.

Because the world has no shortage of jealousy and there will always be those who desire to keep you where you are today.

Which means you will receive those messages in one form or another every day.

Whether in words, fists, or the cold shoulder.

They are powerful.

It is your RESPONSIBILITY to relentlessly pull the weeds from the garden of your mind and plant new seeds.

Which is why I have a non-negotiable morning routine including my faithful journal.

Every day – Monday to Sunday.

I write because it slows my mind down, revealing the truth so easily distorted by my ego when I just sit and think.

Once I see the truth I get to decide:

Am I satisfied with what I’m seeing,

does it make me feel empowered, in control of my life, my results, my desires,

or do I sound like a little bitch?

I spot the phrases

  • I just don’t know
  • I’m so scared
  • What if they don’t like me
  • I’m so scared they will leave me and I will be lonely forever
  • I don’t know enough yet
  • I don’t have the money
  • I don’t know the right people
  • I’ve never done this before
  • Who do I think I am
  • I can’t see the next step
  • What if I’m wrong
  • What if I fuck up
  • What if I fail
  • I’m so tired
  • I’m so fat
  • I’m so unloveable
  • This should be good enough
  • Why can’t I just be happy with what I’ve got

Phrases that keep me out of the game.

And I bet that you recognise at least one of those.


so fucking what?

Who gives a shit if I’m wrong or if I fuck up or if I’m fat or if I don’t know what to do?

Is that going to get me to my goals?


Plain and simple.

And yes, we all have this shit swirling through our minds,

and if you’re a blamer, shamer, complainer, victim,

if average is all you desire for your life,

if you want to be in the same place next year where you are today,

then you keep stopping there.


if you’re actually serious about success,

if you’re done telling everyone about the book you’re going to publish, the empire you’re going to build, the race you’re going to win, the yacht you’re going to sail,

and you’re ready to actually DO the dream,

you best turn that shit around for yourself every day.

You recognise,

you acknowledge that they’re in your mind,

and then you declare to the Universe and every ant that’s in earshot that you’re no longer available for this bullshit!

You command the forces of light to transmute that gobbledegook into love and then,

and this is where the magic happens my friend,

you connect to the aligned action to make your dream come true,


No excuses.

No procrastination.

You take those actions in the morning before your mind gets fatigued.


Not checking your Facebook feed.

Not responding to all the emails that came through whilst you were sleeping.

Not picking up the laundry.

You first – always.

It’s not selfish, being your BEST version self is the most loving thing you can do in this life-time.

And anyone who doesn’t appreciate your best version self doesn’t deserve to be in your space.

Pure and simple.

If they tell you they love you – BULLSHIT!

They love the idea of your less than magnificent self.

If they tell you that you’re making them feel bad about themselves – not your fucking problem.

They have the ability to do better.


I don’t care how great they are already.

Life is about growth,

it’s about more,

it’s not about keeping the status quo.

It’s their responsibility to grow for themselves, not yours.

It’s time for you to get your ass on the field and to start playing YOUR A-GAME!

In the presence of your fear.

It’s time for you to up it to the next level.

Not next month.

Not when you have your ducks in a row.

Not when the stars are aligned.


Make the commitment.

Declare to the Universe.

Take the aligned action – regardless of how uncomfortable it feels.

And if you’re ready to receive support in achieving your impossible goal, let’s connect.

But only if you’re truly committed to the outcome – not to your fear.

If you’re looking for someone to Molly-coddle you and kiss your boo-boo better, that’s NOT me.

If you want a straight shooter, accountability that scares the best of them, high expectations of you, that’s me.

In my world only death is inevitable.

Thriving is always the choice of the brave.

You know I love you,







Beware the sheep in wolves clothing!

The message woke me just after 3 this morning.

Replaying events from the previous 24 hours.

Asking to be shown what I was missing.

Which is when it hit me:

There’s a shit-ton of sheep walking around in wolves clothing.

Now before you get all uppity with me,

I have no problem with sheep.

I think they’re really cute and fluffy and they don’t bother me.

I pay them no attention.

What I do have an issue with is when these sheep put on wolves clothing,

prancing around,

saying they take a stand for success,

for the greatness in others,

for levels of excellence,


they don’t.

When you listen to their words it’s laced with labels and excuses.

Of why others should be wrapped in cotton wool,

play within the confines of their fears,

be inspired by those who drive themselves hard,

and that I should be more understanding and sympathetic of the fact that when they see the big picture people get overwhelmed and stuck.

Okay Darling,

here’s my thing:

I could choose to buy into that bullshit,

god knows I did for ages,

and I could let you off the hook.

I could take your hand, cajoling you with tender words,

taking a decade to get you to move an inch.

Bless those who were born with the patience to do this.

I am not one of them.

And I refuse to make myself wrong just because I’m different.

I didn’t come here to work with those who allow their fears and their excuses to get bigger than their desires.

You want it,

You fucking go for it as if your arse is on FIRE!

Stop being such a wimp and start remembering who the fuck you are!

That you have greatness inside of you.

That when you put your mind to it,

when you fucking decide,

you WILL make it happen.

In my opinion majority of society has become soft.

Soft bodies,

soft minds,

soft spirits.

Why don’t you get off the couch and go climb the mountain that you fly over in your online games,

in the dark,

on your own,

facing your demons,

having to make the true choice of life or death,

and then maybe you will start appreciating just how resilient you can be when the cards are on the table?

I did – it changed me at my very core.

If I, a middle aged crocked up old bat, can do it, so can you!


Thinking that playing your games makes you a badass warrior is nothing more than the machine keeping you distracted from your actual life.

Wake the fuck up!

Your constant desire for instant gratification makes you impatient for greatness.

Wake the fuck up!

Your buying in to the fact that you have to help everyone around you is nothing more than a get out of jail for free card for those who refuse to do the work.

Wake the fuck up!

I am no stronger than those around me.

I simply choose to do the work whilst they are walking around calling themselves lazy or uninspired or undisciplined or tired, as if it’s a disease that they are not responsible for!

All the time,

mediocrity is suffocating the true artists and creatives of our time.

Now if you really want to get me on my soap box,

let’s start talking about how dedication, discipline, obsession with excellence is being criticised.

How those of us committed to our art is constantly told that we need to get more balance in our lives,

that we need to slow down,

that we’re going to burn out,

that we’re just too much,

too full on,

that we shouldn’t expect others to have the same standards as us.

Fuck off!

Have you forgotten the obsession of the true masters of past?

Or do you not value mastery?

Do you just want to be bloated with average?

Do you just want to settle for barely enough?

I doubt it – not if you’re in my space.

Stop allowing others to put their average Poppycock on you!

Humanity needs every single high achiever to stop tolerating ‘good enough’.

Stop allowing the sheep to creep in under your skin, making you feel guilty for your passion, your fire, your focus, your ambition.

Stop allowing the sheep to climb onto your back expecting you to carry them to the finish line because ‘they don’t have what it takes’.

That’s complete and utter hogwash!

Everyone has what it takes.

We are all created equal.

I refuse to see the victim in others.

I will not speak to the weakness in them.

I have too much respect for you.

I see your soul.

I see your magnificence.

If that makes you uncomfortable,

that’s your story and I will not allow it to become mine.

We also have free will.

Don’t allow others choice of ordinary hold you back.

You are NOT responsible for them.

The only person you are responsible for is YOURSELF.

And here’s another thing:

If you truly desire FREEDOM,

you have to take full RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR LIFE!

THAT my friend is where freedom resides.

Freedom from victimhood.

Freedom from your own excuses.

And No, I don’t think you need to be protected from your fear.

I believe that

if you have the capacity to visualise the vision,

you have the capacity to create the vision.

In the presence of fear.

In the presence of doubt.

In the presence of having no fucking clue of the how.

But where you won’t create it is in the presence of sheep!

So my invitation to you today is to decide,

without shame or judgement,

that shit will keep you stuck and hurting like a mofo:

Are you a sheep,

or are you a wolf?

If you’re a sheep please unsubscribe from me.

Honestly, nothing I say will ever make sense to you.

It will make you feel bad and you will simply walk around sulking every day instead of living the life of a sheep – blissfully slow and happy grazing in the meadow surrounded by sheep, feeling safe.

And if you’re a wolf,

for the love of popsicles,

stop surrounding yourself with sheep!

Stop slowing down waiting for the gravy train.

Speed up!


And those who are truly part of your pack will not only match your speed,

they will accelerate and challenge you to keep up.

In these moments you will feel more alive than you ever thought humanly possible.

THIS my friend,

is thrive.

I have space for a new client.

This client is someone who is powerful, confident, and successful.

He or she is someone who despite having achieved some remarkable feats in the past, is ready and hungry for more.

He or she is ready to receive support to achieve the goal that feels ‘impossible’ right now.

If that’s you, apply today.

After all,

only death is inevitable.

Thriving is always the choice of the brave.

With true love and appreciation for you,





The fear beneath the perceived fear.

Had you seen me yesterday, you would have stood in bewilderment.

Shaking your head in sympathy.

Convinced that I’d finally lost my shit.



But you didn’t,

nobody did,

because they were all still sleeping.

Whilst I was out,

fighting my demons;

my fears,

dripping thickly in my throat.



calling me weak,

daring me to stand up to the monsters inside of my head.

The ones that have kept me taking two steps forward, three steps back.

The ones that have given me tantalising glimpses of their eyes without ever fully revealing their faces.

Until yesterday that is.

Because I’d fucking had enough of not serving you fully.

I’ve been at this point countless times before.

But something my coach said really hit a chord,

the fact that my resistance is witnessed through my short punches.

It was time for me to punch FURTHER than I thought needed so that I could get to where I truly desire to serve.

So I set out to the forest under a cloak of darkness.

If I was going to face my fears,

I had to turn up the dial.

As I neared the entrance I was tempted to walk around.

To stick to the tarred road.

Nobody would have seen.

Nobody would ever know.

Yet I believe it’s what we do when there are no witnesses that ultimately define our results.

So I toughened up a little more and kept going straight.

I started tapping on the karate chop point.

Sweat forming in my armpits.

The words thickening my throat, making it hard to give voice to my fears.

My true fears.


“Make your decision bitch.

Are you seriously going to do this again?

Starting the process and then stopping before leaping over the edge?”


Not this time.

There’s no going back.

I’ve burned the boats.

Even the oars.

Because, this is it my friend.

My soul’s telling me that the time for screwing around is over and done with.

That there’s nobody who is going to take a stand for my vision,

it’s up to me.

When people tell me that nobody ever gets to their deathbed wishing they had worked harder. I shrug my shoulders.

My work is my life.

My work is my purpose.

Why the hell wouldn’t I want to work harder?

Why wouldn’t I want to reach more people?

Every single soul I get to inspire into conscious action is important to me.

So yes,

I will probably get to my deathbed wishing I had worked harder.

Bite me.

I started talking about my fear.

Talking to my fear.

I fleshed him out.

Giving him form.

All the incidences from my past that made him real.

Willing to remember.

The disappointment.

The pain.

The humiliation.

The learning.

And then asking myself,

why the hell can’t I get myself to move past this fear?

What is the REAL fear, the one behind the mask, the story, that keeps me from breaking through?

Which is when it hit me –

The FEAR I’ve lived with has been wearing a mask of what I was told is love.

And if love hurt this much,

imagine what it will feel like when the love is removed???

This fear has worn many faces from many humans in the past.

Those who claimed that love hurts.

And hurt they did.

Today I’m filled with so much appreciation for every single one of them,

because if it wasn’t for them,

I wouldn’t have walked through the forest yesterday.

I wouldn’t have finally found the courage to keep asking myself,

what’s the real fear.

Until I knew.

I’ve kept myself standing slightly behind the fear.

Hurting all the time,

yet in some bizarre and insane way feeling protected.

I’m not sure if this makes any sense to you today,

but we become so used to our pain,

our everyday fears,

our status quo,

that we stay two feet behind it so that it will shield us from the unknown.

Always imagining that the teeth that is in front of the beast,

will somehow be sharper.

More violent.

Ripping us to pieces.

Until we find a vision that is so magnetic,

so powerful,

so irresistible,

that we are prepared to bleed for it.

This is where I’m at in my life.

I’ve connected to the vision for which I’m prepared to sacrifice it all.

The vision for which I’m prepared to go into battle.

To bleed.

To cry more.

To look like a mad-hatter tapping on my body, talking out loud to the voices in my head,

for the breakdown that precedes the breakthrough.

Getting to a point of ultimate decision.

I’ve turned the monster around,

looking him in the eye,

and taking another step forward.

Does this mean I’ve become fearless?


I’ve never been more scared in my life!

Which is EXACTLY how I know that this is the most transformational course for my life.

Fear highlights the path to growth and freedom.

I don’t believe this is a time in humanity that calls for fearlessness.

I honestly believe in my heart that this is the time that will go down in the great book of history as one of great courage.

Stop thinking that your life, your choices, doesn’t matter.

Stop thinking that it’s not your responsibility to bring order to the chaos so prevalent in our society.

YOU matter.

YOUR choices matter.

YOUR story matters.


For that to happen you have to start going deeper into the fear beneath the fear.

You have to go walk through your dark forest.

You have to connect to your obsessive vision.

You have to go face your demons.

You have to find the courage that I see inside of you.

I believe in you.

Right now.

From where you’re at and with what you have.

You can make up stories to say this isn’t valid – that I don’t know you.

That I don’t see you.

That I haven’t heard the details of your story.

Except I do.

I trust my soul.

I trust the Universe to only show this piece to those who need to read it today.

The ones who are ready to rise.

The slumbering warriors awakening to a new dawn.

If you’re a purpose driven entrepreneur with a vision and you’ve reached a point of no return, let’s connect to see if I’m the right coach to guide you on this part of your journey.

Only death is inevitable Darling.

Thriving is the choice of the brave.

You know I love you,







The only person you’re truly lying to, is yourself.

Stop it.

Stop telling me that you want to be successful when you’re not prepared to be uncomfortable.

Stop telling me that you value health when you’re stuffing your face with obscene amounts of food.

Stop telling me that you desire deep love and connection when you’re not prepared to leave behind toxic relationships.

Stop telling me that you have set the goals and there is no related actions scheduled in your calendar.

It’s exhausting listening to you lying to yourself day in and day out,

because you would rather be right,

rather save face,

than be happy.

So just stop it!

Today I want you to step out of the shadows of shame,

the space where you’ve been tripping along most of your life,

because others have put their issues onto you,

too cowardly to sort out their own shit,

and because of your love for them,

your loyalty to them,

you’ve taken it on.

Thinking that for you to honour them you have to live a shadow of your potential,

because when you stepped into the light before,

when you shone so bright,

when you dared to be different,




they punished you with their hands and their words,

their system where failure is unacceptable,

to the point where our youth are ending their lives,

unable to cope with the pressure of ticking the boxes.

I dare you to leave that behind.

To release all shame and blame and connect with your truth –

which is always love.

And from this space I ask you to get really honest with yourself.

Nobody will ever know.

I invite you to first of all take a real look at your life.

Not the story you’re telling me about your life,

but the real physical manifestation of what is.

Your spiritual state,

your emotional state,

your physical state,

your relationships,

your professional state,

your lifestyle,

and ask yourself,

is this the BEST you want for yourself?

The absolute BEST?

And if it is,

I invite you to just admit that this is all that you want in life.

Nothing more.

Knowing that if this is all you want, you simply need to keep doing what you’ve been doing.

You simply need to eat the same food,

move your body to the same degree,

hang out with the same crowd,

have the same conversations.

Same old same old.


if you’re in my space,

chances are that you can be really proud of your life,

there can be some incredible things going on in there,

you can truly deeply appreciate everything you have,

and be RAVENOUS for more!

That’s because if you’re in my space Darling,

you’re a born achiever.

Here to create something awe-inspiring,

overthrow an oppressive system,

heal the collective consciousness.

In a time of so much depression and misery,

you’re here to




And in order for you to continue feeding your insatiable hunger for more,

that means that you continuously have to evaluate what got you to this point,

and what you need to upgrade to go next level.

It means that you have to embrace the feelings of fear, discomfort, uncertainty, risk,

in the name of growth.

There’s a reason they call it growing pains after all.

You have to embrace the muscle soreness that’s inevitable when you start adding the resistance to increase your strength.

Whether that muscle is your physical body or your spiritual muscle or your mindset muscle or your relationship muscle or your money muscle.

It’s all the same.

You have to embrace the periods of exhaustion and moments of defeat that always pop up on a journey of building fitness and endurance.

You have to be willing to upgrade your self-care if you’re serious about upgrading your performance.

You have to be willing to release the nay-sayers, the small players, those who have no desire to continue going up.

Without resentment.

Without the hatred.

Without the bitterness.


understanding that releasing those who do not desire to keep going is the most loving thing you can do for them and for you.

I invite you to ask yourself today,

are you willing to pay the Pied Piper?

Are you willing to sacrifice?

Are you willing to hurt?

And if your answer is NO –

then I want you to admit that to yourself without any judgement.

Just get real with yourself and finally own the fact that you don’t really want more as badly as you need to breathe.




If on the other hand you say HELL YES

then I demand that you show the fuck up for your dreams!

That you figure out the actions to take AND TAKE THEM.

That you figure out what needs to go AND YOU RELEASE!

That you figure out who you need to support you on this journey AND YOU SIGN THEM UP TO YOUR DREAM TEAM!

No more bullshitting.

Commit or sit down.

It’s time.

I’m still seeing way too many people toeing the line,

talking a big game,

and then,


I can almost guarantee that the only reason you’re lying to yourself is shame.

And shame my friend,

almost cost me my life!

It’s not fucking worth it.

Take the shame and flush it down the toilet.

I can openly share with you that when I released my shame and started reaching out to people,

asking for help,

not a single person told me that I’m a weak little bitch for asking and that I can go jump.

Not a single one!

Every single person I reached out to,

understanding that I didn’t reach out to those playing a losing game,

gave me a hand up.



But you have to show them that you’re serious,

you have to bring yourself onto the field,

and you have to be willing to play the game.

Are you ready and willing to have an honest conversation with yourself today?

Are you ready and willing to have an honest conversation with me?

After all Darling,

Only death is inevitable,

Thriving truly is the choice of the brave.

You know I love and appreciate you,






You know what Love, we all feel fear!

Come with me

down into the dark

the place where they live:

the voices

so soothing


They weren’t always there.

At first,

when you came to this plane of existence,

you were





You believed in yourself.

You understood there’s no limitations to what you can achieve.

When you put your mind to it.

When you don’t give a fuck who laughs,

who screams,

when you fall over.

You didn’t care that your bottom hurt every time you stumbled.

You cried.

You let them tears roll freely

hollering your frustration,

and then,

once the hiccups died down,

you tried again.

Until you could stand.

Until you could walk.

Until you ran.

That’s when the voices turned up the volume.

At first external.

The voices of your loving care-givers telling you what you could and could not do.

What you should or should not do.

Telling you to stop being so weird,

to stop being so rebellious.

That nobody likes a smart-ass or a girl who thinks she rocks the house.

When you didn’t listen they would take out that god-awful wooden spoon,

or bring out the belt,

beating the shit out of you,

beating the spirit out of you,

telling you you’re bad,

telling you you’re flawed,

telling you that you will never be good enough,

into obedience.

Because they love you and it’s their duty to ensure that you conform to the expectations of the social dictators.

Shoulder slumped, chin down so you’re not seen as defiant.

The once solo voice became a choir of teachers, preachers, family and friends.

Slowly but surely the internal voice of invincibility started singing a different tune.

Until one day,

you completely forgot

your courage

your determination

and all you could hear

was the voices of doubt and restraint and fear.

I get it.

They still sing in my head.

Their words so convincing,

ringing true,

dripping honey.

Telling me I’m bat-shit crazy,

that I’m just too full-on,

too much.

That I need to tone it down,

stop being such a ruthless bitch,

stop sharing with you what I truly see in you,

and instead feed you the lies.

Excusing you from showing up for yourself, for you dreams, for your purpose.

Because if I tell you that you can sleep a little longer, that you can play a little smaller, that you have more than enough time to lie on that motherfucking couch stuffing yourself with poison, escaping your life, your responsibility,

you will like me.

And who doesn’t want to be liked?

Nobody ever escapes the fear.

Fear of success,

fear of failure,

fear of judgement,

fear of rejection,

fear of loneliness,

fear of abandonment.

It’s thick in your throat,

constricting your chest,

until you want to scream!


What are you going to do?

What are you going to choose?

Will you cower down to the voices of ‘sanity’,

slinking back into your corner

like a little bitch,

moaning your terror to all the sympathisers

who will pull you to their bosom,

suffocating your creativity

killing your dreams

smothering your ambition

drowning your brilliance.

You never have far to look,

they are everywhere

and this course of action is completely acceptable to the masses.

It is celebrated.

Fear is normal

Courage is a choice.

Courage has you standing in the face of your fear,

those voices SCREAMING for you to stop this insanity!

To sit down

that you’re going to screw it all up

and they will hate you

Their rage will burn you up and you will be left on the floor

unacceptable to be loved,


selfish bastard,

who the fuck do you think you are?

Making them feel bad?

And you have to let it flow over you my friend,

you have to stand there and take the beating of the words,

you have to FEEL THE FEAR and then


You have to acknowledge the voices, thank the voices,

and then

tell them that you are no longer available to accept any energy that is contrary to your greatness.

You have to dig deep,

find the strength

that lies within your heart,

and take a step,

any step

regardless of how small,

to move your arse.

For it is in our actions that we find our confidence.

It’s in our movement that we get to connect to our powers of manifestation.

I’m telling you Darling

nothing ever happened without action.


everything in your life right now,

the good,

the shit,

and the ugly,

is because of ACTIONS you took.

If you say but you’re not doing anything,

you’re just sitting still,

I invite you to understand that SITTING STILL is the action that’s giving you your current results.

Personally I’m done with people being excused from taking full responsibility for themselves,

excused from showing up,

excused from cleaning up,

because they are afraid.

We all feel fear,

some of us simply choose to feel the fear and find the courage.

That choice is available to everyone.

And as long as we excuse people,

we’re keeping them down on the floor.

I respect you way too much to do that to you.




My question to you today is, who are you excusing based on fear?

Your partner?

Your kids?

Your employees?

Your clients?


And whose fear is it anyway?

I bet if you look deep enough you will find it’s always YOUR fear.

If you’re still reading,

you and I both know that your soul’s had enough of the bullshit.

Within you there’s a warrior ready to wake,

ready to rise,

ready to thrive.

Your life will transform one choice at at time.

After all,

only death is inevitable.

Thriving is always a choice of the brave.

You know I love you,


PS:  What does it feel like to have someone hold you accountable to your dreams,

to your potential,

to your word,

to your best?

What does it feel like to have someone believe in you even when you don’t?

What does it feel like to have someone challenge your beliefs and blow up your BS?

What does it feel like to have someone burn your ‘get out of jail free’ card?

Why don’t you book a consult and find out?






Free your MIND and the rest will follow.























What do these mean to you?

How do they make you feel?

What’s the pictures that pop to mind?

The stories you have attached to each word?

Words have power.


Because we gave it to them.

As we go through life, we’re taught letter-combinations, then going out and finding experiences with which to anchor an emotion to the word.

Some people, for instance, go find a ‘challenge’,

they bite off a lot,

and then,

they choke,

it feels horrible,

so they spit out the offending piece

and make the decision that ‘challenge’ doesn’t feel good and is to be avoided at all cost.

They make it ‘bad’.

Others bite off that piece of ‘challenge’,

they choke,

and their mind goes into overdrive.

‘What do I really want?

A belly full of experiences.

How can I get there without dying, or die trying?

I can spit out a little and keep chewing.

I can swallow some and keep chewing.

I can keep choking and hope to god someone will eventually see the blue tint on my face,

giving me the Heimlich from behind.’

They push through the discomfort for that moment of triumph.

And then,

they go bite off some more.

They make it ‘good’.

The same goes for every single word in the dictionary.

We attach emotions to them, fleshing them out with stories,

and this impacts our behaviour,

which then gives our results.

Sometimes we don’t have the time, patience or desire to go create our own stories, so instead we take the stories of others and make them real for ourselves.

A risky move my friend:

Playing YOUR game of life by the rules of others.

Because the truly brave are few and far between.

So scarce that they become legends.

The rest of humanity,


they’re quite fearful.

Terrified that they will take one wrong step and it will all come crumbling down.

Falling into the pits of hell.

Burning for all eternity.

I believed this for most of my life.

My christian upbringing had me living in a state of shame – you know, the whole you’re born flawed AF, a sinner, thing –

a state of fear – because you’re basically bad and judgement day is coming and if you don’t have enough saintly stacked on your side your arse is going to fry –

having to beg for mercy,

having to beg for anything,

respect my elders even when my elders abused me,

thinking that I didn’t stand a chance of ever getting into heaven.

After all,

the things I secretly desired,

the ones that lit me up like a lighthouse,

the thoughts I was having,

the questions milling around in my head,

was generally classified in the ‘sin bin‘.

I lived my life in a state of misery,

so out of alignment with my truth that I stopped believing myself.

A hollowed out piece of flesh and bones with no substance.

I consider myself one of the lucky ones.

I started hurting so much,

hitting rock bottom,

ready to end it all,

that I got to make a powerful choice –

continue existing in mindless fear


lift my middle finger to the rules and the laws,

daring to risk it all,

by creating heaven on earth,

and then,

if I’m wrong and they’re right and I go to hell,

at least I had fun whilst still alive!

I began changing my mind-set, starting with my definition and classification of words.

What I found, in general, was the words I believed to be ‘bad’, to be avoided at all cost,

were the ones that, when embraced, gave me the greatest levels of joy and liberation and makes me feel like a motherfucking rock star!









are not the villains.

They are my most trusted allies.

They are the stepping stones to my thrive.

Once I’ve set my sights on what I truly desire, I bring it all out on the table,

everything that can possibly bring me pleasure,

and everything that can possibly bring me pain,

and I embrace both as part of the journey.

I’ve made the decision that I will dedicate my life to mastering my mind-set, soul-set, and body-set,

and to share this exploration of possibility with you,

even though it’s terrifying some days,

because I’m not exactly waiting a decade to find the evidence to prove myself right,

in fact,

a lot of the time as I move forward,

I change my mind again,

having uncovered something new.

My intention is that you will become open to new possibilities without waiting for proof from someone else.

That you will start to understand that nobody is more special than you,

nobody is more clever than you,

nobody is more talented than you,

nobody is more blessed than you.

It’s an equal playing field of powerful souls.

And instead of always comparing yourself to everyone else out there and then thinking you’re not ready to go full-out for your dreams,

you start going inwards and

Dare to be wrong,

Dare to be right,

Dare to be you.

If that means that I get to look like a fumbling buffoon along the way, that’s cool with me too.

After a decade of cycling, I still fall off my bike.

After decades of walking I still trip clumsily at times for heaven’s sakes. You  would think by now I would have mastered graceful walking LOL.

But so fucking what???

Honestly Darling, how would you live your life if you stopped worrying about what everyone else is thinking all the time?

It’s been my experience that those who watch to criticise me,

is only focused on me because they don’t want to look at their own shit.

Those who are ahead in the game of me,

they sometimes glance back when I fall and give a startled scream,

they might laugh humorously with me,

and then they keep walking,

knowing that I will get up and keep going, if I so choose.

And they are the ones I now choose to keep company with.

All of this, starts with you freeing your mind from the old beliefs.

It starts with you choosing to believe whatever the hell feels good to believe.

It starts with your mind-set, and the rest will follow.

If you’re in a space where you’re ready to liberate yourself and give yourself permission to live a life of thrive, let’s connect and see if I’m the coach that will be fun to partner with on this part of your journey.

You have nothing to lose,

and EVERYTHING to gain.

After all,

only death is inevitable.

Thriving truly is the choice of the brave.

You know I love you,









Are you done hitting the snooze button Darlin?

Okay Sweetheart,

let’s have some real talk here.

You and me.

Because I look at you and do you know what I see?

I see this incredibly powerful, beautiful person of infinite potential,

waiting around,

for something to happen,

something to change,

to give themselves permission to finally stop holding the reigns in.

I see this restless stallion,

shaking with adrenaline,

sweat sheathing your body,

frustrated with the feeling of helplessness,

being trapped,

broken in,

by an outdated system that told you that you’re a work-horse,

pulling a load of stinking shit on the wagon behind you.

What you don’t seem to remember is that you were never bred in captivity.

Not you.

That’s the pain you feel,

every single day,

that niggle inside your slumbering mind,

a memory of another time,

when you ran free.




When you close your eyes you go there,

in your heart,

and it feels




that you don’t want to open your eyes.

So you press the snooze button,

again and again,

in a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating mediocrity of your daily existence.


your back killing you from pulling around that which doesn’t even belong to you,

hardly able to get your feet on the ground.

And you tell yourself it’s because you’re working so hard,

doing the responsible thing.

Getting confirmation from all those around you,

sympathy and appreciation of your dedication and your sacrifice.

But it’s all a lie!

Nothing but brainwashing of an outdated school of thinking where codependency is mistaken for love.

A way of living where average masses keep each other feeling okay by agreeing to be average.

Killing you softly,

every day,

just a little.

All the time,

you press snooze,

not because you’re tired from doing too much,

but exhausted from living too little.

Do you have any idea just how much energy it takes to restrain yourself?

Think about holding the power of an entire universe within the confines of a business suite!

It’s ridiculous!

Suffering is optional in this life.

So today I offer you a little of what I witness through my work with people who are just like you.

Maybe it will resonate with a part inside of you, and you will choose to go a little deeper, uncovering more and more of an ancient wisdom waiting for you to remember.

Maybe it will trigger the fuck out of you, and you will choose to get really pissed at me, rejecting it because the pain feels unbearable and instead you will go and find more evidence contradicting my words.  Numbing yourself with whatever your drug of choice.

Either way is fine with me.

Your journey is perfect regardless of what you choose.

It’s true that I don’t work with just anyone.

My clients are ‘ordinary’ people who have a deep-seated desire to do extraordinary things.

They are the courageous ones who reached a point where they’ve just had enough of settling for anything less than their best version self, for where they’re at and with what they have available to them.

So they come play in my pen of limitless possibilities,

setting the goals that has them laughing at me,


saying I’m fucking looney to think they can possibly achieve all of THAT in so little time,

yet they know,

in their soul,

that it will be.

Because for the first time in decades they feel fully ALIVE.

You might identify this feeling as fear,

and because they told you that fear is bad,

you walk away from it.

But my clients don’t have the luxury of being a little bitch.

That’s part of our agreement – they have to be willing to feel the fear and take a step forward anyway.

So they do.

Not believing in the beginning,

but it’s okay,

because my belief in them is enough to keep toeing over the line.

Slowly but surely those hesitant baby steps become leaps of faith.

And you know what happens?

There arrives a tipping point where their belief in self matches my belief in them.

They become unstoppable.

They become victorious.

They remember who they are and what they’re here to do.

They stop trying to save everyone else.

They stop waiting for every Tom, Dick and Sally to catch up,

and they start running.

With the wolves.

Knowing that as they leave behind the lightbulbs of the masses,

the darkness brings clarity and silence and power.

That’s right Darling,

we are not afraid of the dark.

For it’s in the shroud of black that we learn to trust ourselves.

Taking the steps believing the ground will be waiting for us even when we can’t see.

And it always does.


Because YOU are the creator of your entire world!

And if there’s no ground underfoot, you simply manifest it.

Pretty fucking cool don’t you think?

This is why my clients and I don’t hit the snooze button.

Shit, we don’t even set the alarm because Soul wakes us up whilst others still desperately escape their lives through slumber.

We’re THAT excited about each day.

Taking full responsibility for every single event and turning it into a creative celebration of brilliance.

You see Hun, when you embrace your true power,

you understand how everything is connected and you unleash the energy from within the trilogy of your essence:




The three combined is what charges your vibration.

Not sleep.

Not pressing snooze.

So what are you going to do right now?

Are you going to press snooze again?

Filing this piece under the ‘oh that was pretty cool’ or ‘pretty shit’ categories and carrying on with your day as per normal,


are you going to take immediate action?

Maybe that action is walking away from your desk, taking your journal and committing to a goal that you will achieve by the end of this year and immediately take the first step.

Maybe that action is having an uncomfortable conversation that you’ve been resisting for years so you can clear the air.

Maybe that action is finally registering that website of the business you’ve been talking about for a really long time.

Maybe that action is writing the introduction of the book you’ve been feeling inside you forever.

Maybe that action is booking a consultation with me to see if I’m the coach to hold you accountable to your dreams.

Whatever it is,

today is the day.

Throw out your alarm.

No more snooze.

Commit to whatever the outcome before reading my name.

After all, only death is inevitable.

Thriving truly is the choice of the brave.

With deep love and appreciation,