Can you trust me?
Even if just for a moment…
Just enough to take my hand,
as we walk forward,
to the edge,
of your comfort.
Peering over the verge of infinite possibility.
Which is all available to you,
in this moment,
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 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.
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.
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.
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.”
BUT ARE YOU DEAD YET?
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.
Until your body takes over from your mind and in a single fluid movement, you FLOW over the rocks!
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,