Remember when you were a little kid?
When only two months really mattered – your birthday month and of course Christmas if your family practiced this holiday?
When a year seemed like an eternity because you were constantly counting down the days to presents?
I sometimes think this feeling of excitement is what slowed down time to a snails pace.
I could never understand why adults were constantly rushing around, complaining there’s just never enough time, that time was flying by.
What were they talking about?
My language leaned more towards time was dragging her feet and should hurry up!
I would wait in anticipation, eager to see what the wrapping-paper would reveal.
Would I get that doll this time around?
Would I get the new ballet slippers?
I NEVER took my time to carefully and deliberately unwrap the presents.
I would rip that paper like a savage beast with pieces flying left right and centre.
Sometimes the wrapping revealed the exact thing I had been asking for, wishing for and I would be over the moon!
Other times not so much.
I’ll never forget the Christmas I received underwear.
I’m not even kidding you.
But you know what,
I didn’t say to myself “OMG THIS IS MY LOT IN LIFE! I’M GOING TO GET PANTIES FOR ETERNITY!”
A child is way more realistic than that.
Instead, by the next day my imagination was back to plotting and planning what else I could ask for.
For next year.
It didn’t matter.
As a child, disappointment was fleeting.
Excitement was the norm.
I’m not sure at which point this changed for me.
It probably happened slowly, creeping into my subconscious mind infused with new ‘truths’ as evidenced by the gifts I received.
It was a subtle shift.
I would ask for my true desires and receive something similar but not quite what I wanted.
And I would tell myself not to be silly.
That it didn’t matter.
I learned quickly to hide my disappointment as I would be berated for being ungrateful and making the giver feel bad.
What I do know is that excitement was replaced with an expectancy of disillusionment, until I stopped asking completely.
I figured I would rather not ask thereby eliminating the possibility that I could receive less than I truly desired.
This change in energy brought with it a change in my experience of time.
Like so many others I started chasing time.
I took on the belief that NOT receiving my desires meant that I was simply not doing enough, not being good enough, not enough.
So I would cram MORE into every minute in a desperate attempt to be rewarded for my exceptional work.
Was I in for a rude awakening?!
I have since learned that receiving my desires has nothing to do with my actions!
It has EVERYTHING to do with my mindset.
My beliefs aka the stories I tell myself, impact my energy.
When I’m in an energy of struggle and strive and expecting disappointment, guess what I get?
That’s right Sweetpea – I receive more evidence of struggle and strive and disappointment.
I decided that this shit wasn’t really working for me.
For one thing I was miserable and exhausted all the fucking time.
And if you’ve met me you’ll know that I’m actually a joyful little motherfucker who love sprinkling fairy dust all around.
I love shaking my ass.
I love having fun.
I love laughing.
I love expecting the best.
I came to the understand that if I wanted my life experience to change, my life expectancy had to change. And only I could do that.
My mind, my beliefs, my attitude, my responsibility.
I started going deep into mindset work and manifestation (making shit happen like magic).
I grew the fuck down and I started feeling excited about possibility again.
The more excited I get, the more I slow down time.
The more I slow down time, the more time I have to dig into my true desires.
The more I dig into my true desires the more I get to open my mind to new possibilities AND because all my desires are GOOD and MINE TO OWN I also receive new ideas and inspiration of actions I can take to receive what I want even faster.
As I stay excited and optimistic because, you know, I ALWAYS receive my true desires that are for my highest and best good, I am willing to continue taking action UNTIL I receive what I want.
Some actions reap instant rewards, others are epic failures.
I agree that failures are never very pleasant and yes there’s a moment of disappointment but I’ve also learned that I can sit and moan and bitch about how that sucked and life is not fair and blah blah blah.
Or I could feel the disappointment, drop into appreciation, receive the learning and refocus on how fucking fabulous it’s going to be when I look back with my prize in my lap, laughing at all the silly mistakes I made along the way.
I can always choose to see why things didn’t work and do it better next time around.
CANI – Constant And Never-ending Improvement.
Unfortunately most people start taking action and because they don’t get the results they want in the time they believe they should get it, they say nothing’s working.
They wake up in the morning feeling disheartened.
Disheartened plants the seeds for quitting.
Thing is Darling, failure and defeat is temporary.
Quitting – that shit is permanent!
Instead, tell me, how would it feel to just become excited again?
How would it feel to press the reset button when you go to bed at night and decide to wake up with a sense of expectancy and eagerness?
Your feelings are a choice, like everything else.
You think they’re not because you have programmed yourself that certain events has to equal certain feelings.
You’re more powerful than your programming!
If your current blueprint isn’t feeling empowering, change the fucking blueprint.
Every single mindset piece takes training to increase capacity.
You won’t expect to walk into the gym for the first time and bench-press 200 kg’s.
So be patient with yourself.
Allow yourself the journey of getting stronger.
Expecting to wake up one day and feeling like the motherloving rock star you truly are!
And as you consistently choose excitement and you enthusiastically take action understanding that even failure moves you towards your goal if you receive the learning, your life will transform.
Only death is inevitable.
Thriving is always the choice of the brave.
PS: Coaching is powerful and impactful. It’s about making the smallest changes in trajectory that leads to an entirely different outcome.
A high-performer myself, I know there’s always a way. I’ve invested and continue to invest in myself through study, implementation, working with exceptional coaches and mentors, physically challenging events and above all dedication to my craft, to have the resilience, strategies and innovation to find the puzzle pieces that has me create the outcomes I truly desire.
But the deepest truth is that I lived most of my life feeling like an imposter. I could appear confident on the outside whilst dying on the inside. Regardless of how much I achieved in life, I envied those around me who always seemed to create more or bigger or better than I ever could.
Turns out that this feeling of inadequacy and relentless drive for more eventually became my gift in working with high performing men and women. You see, I am exceptionally gifted at seeing the true power in people—even when they can’t see it for themselves.
My clients do things that few ever dream of. They are dynamic, passionate and successful, yet whatever is coming next still feels like a really big leap of faith.
I help courageous people who already achieve ‘impossible’ goals to achieve what still looks ‘impossible’ to them.
If this sounds like you, let’s talk and explore if working together is a good partnership.