Where the mind goes the body can follow the mind can go…

I remember being out on my bike.  It was dark and it was cold.  I’d been out for quite some time and I was tired.  

I rounded the corner and there she was, waiting for me.  

Taunting me.

“Will you have the legs to make it to the top today Anel?”

“Will you give up and let me take the win this time around?”

Christiane De Wet – a bitch of a climb who’ s defeated me time and again. Historically she’s had me climbing off my bike in defeat, pushing to the crest with my tail between my legs.

But not today.

Today I was ready for her.

I looked up at the top and visualised myself, out of the saddle, pushing over the last little hump before tipping over on the other side.

I skipped the easy-going song on my playlist and had the beat pumping of Chris Brown’s I Can Transform Ya.  Even now I feel the chills rise in my body and my legs pumping like pistons.

I switched off my emotions, dropped a gear,  hunkered down lower over my handle bars and I peddled.

“Anything you want, I can get it for ya”.

I didn’t need anyone else to get this for me.  It was MINE for the taking.

I kept going and I never stopped until I finally crested that puppy.  My legs were screaming, my lungs were burning, but it was nothing compared to the burning elation in my soul!

I looked back and had the thought ‘where the mind goes the body can follow’.

That instant, that insight, changed my outlook on life.

No matter what happens in any area of my life I KNOW that whatever I decide I can do, I CAN do!

My mind simply needs to be clear on the outcome and my body will catch up and then live in a manifested reality which all started in my head.

I thought I was really clever.

Except then I started running and OMG the PAIN!  Between my fucked up hip and fucked up lower back it is excruciating.

As always the pain of NOT achieving my goal was greater than any pain my body could dish out.

So I trained into the pain.  Once again I visualised myself running to the next post and my body would follow.

But I hit a point where my mind simply couldn’t go there anymore.

She was drowned out by the thought of “OMG make it stop!”

The run wasn’t done dammit.

I wasn’t done!

So I turned up the volume.  Eminem – Lose Yourself.

“Look – if you had one shot, one opportunity, to seize everything you wanted, one moment – would you capture it or would you let it slip?”

Nothing was going to slip.

My legs kept going.

I stopped thinking.

I know they say it’s not possible but I did.

I looked down at my legs as if from an outside perspective and was astounded by the fact that they were still moving in the right direction.  That somehow their strength had overtaken the strength of my mind!


You can train your body to a point where it overtakes your mind and you can use that to your advantage.

You can use your body to figure out the beliefs that will keep you going when your current beliefs are limiting.

It’s like this beautiful endless dance between body and mind orchestrated by your soul.

The secret is you have to use both to train both!

You have to use your mind to train your body to become a powerful machine and then you have to use that machine to train your mind to become indestructible!

So often I see clients who are frustrated by the results of their lives.  That it appears to be mediocre when in fact they desire epic.  Yet they have completely neglected their bodies and thereby really nullified one of their greatest assets in this journey called life.

Your mind will always be the creative power of your dreams.  But for dreams to become reality that automatically implies the body is present.  How can the poor body be present when it’s too tired, too weak, too heavy, too light, to live in the dimension seen by a mind who believes in the power and potential of the body?

Train your body!

Train her to the point where she astounds you and that will open up brand new opportunities for your mind to consider.  It’s a symbiotic relationship which you simply cannot bypass.

And why would you want to?

After all, it’s an amazing experience every time you push past your previous best.

But only if you’re serious about living an epic life.

Because death is inevitable, but thriving is a choice.

With love always


PS:  Tomorrow I’m having a huge celebration and I’m sharing it with you Live on Facebook.  Come on over to see what all the fuss and bubbly is about.  Time to dance!


Are you standing in the way of your next level epic?

Oh Darling, if only you knew.

If only you knew exactly how powerful you truly are.

If only you knew exactly how worthy you truly are.

If only you knew exactly how fan-fucking-tastic you truly are.

I know it’s hard at times to see past all the bullshit, the limitations, the glass ceilings, the childhood programming, the limiting beliefs of others.

Most days it can feel like a real battle.

I know because I bought into all that BS for a really long time.

Okay I’m going to go easy here on myself and say I think I didn’t do too fucking bad considering where I was at and what I had available to me in terms of beliefs.

Let’s start by acknowledging that living in South Africa and especially Johannesburg is not for sissies.

It takes some serious grit and courage – more than South Africans even know.

When you’re living in Joburg survival has become so normal that you don’t even know you’re in survival mode.

You’re simply vigilant and super appreciative of Bushveld holidays just to get away from the crazy pace and normal violence of everyday city life.

I didn’t even know exactly how terrified I was until I moved to New Zealand and I could breathe so much deeper and more freely.

I didn’t even know until I was riding deserted single tracks in the dark through the forest without a single concern for my safety!

I’m not even kidding.  The most dangerous thing in our forest is the bunnies who might not jump out of the way fast enough causing you to fall over the tree roots.

Can you even imagine what this amount of safety does for your soul?

Can you imagine what this amount of security does for your confidence to do what you came here to do?

It took time for me to get out of  my long ingrained mindset of violence and scarcity to open myself up to this truth.

I remember driving in Joburg with my car windows up no matter how hot it got because there was simply no way of stopping at a red light and NOT being accosted by beggars.  Some friendly, some hostile and angry.  No wonder I had serious guilt around receiving and giving because every time you gave money you knew they were going to buy drugs and alcohol thereby making you a part of the problem.

I hardly ever got to fully experience the exhilaration of driving my Mini convertible with the roof down.  It’s much better and safer to drive a non-conspicuous aka boring car.

No wonder I didn’t want to be seen.

Before you get your back up or completely horrified, no it’s not like this everywhere in South Africa.  But it sure is in the areas I frequented in Joburg and there were many I didn’t even dare wander into.  Which is probably why my soul led me to Joburg in the first place.  I had to feel major amounts of discomfort, of pain, for me to finally say enough and no more.

Today I wake up filled with gratitude to live in a country where I feel safe, expansive, abundant, joyful.

Yes I am blessed.

But you know what Sunshine, I had to get out of my own fucking way to get here.

I had to allow myself to say no more, to ask where to go, to receive guidance and support and miracles to get here.  I had to take consistent action every day to get here.  I had to do the mindset work every day so that the voices of the naysayers could not be louder than my own voice of conviction.  I had to step into my next version self to put everything up for sale, get on that plane and come over with my family.

I’ve been living as this next version self for about 18 months when I woke up one day with the knowing that it was time to go next level.   I’ve stagnated.  I’ve become so comfortable that growth was done at an average rate.

I don’t have tolerance for average.

Especially not in myself.

I found my next level coach and started doing the next level work.

I decided that I didn’t want to type my book on my old Acer laptop.

My Amazon Best-seller Author self types out the words on an Apple Mac.

I decided that my next level self doesn’t struggle with headaches because of old glasses that are clearly outdated.

I decided my next level self doesn’t squint whilst driving because her sunglasses were stolen in the move.

I decided it was time to stop being a pussy and step into the boots of my next level self.

Understand this:  our next level self is always scary.

She is the person you haven’t had the balls to be up until now.

She struts not walk.  She commands not beg.  She disrupts not follow.   She creates not consume.

And unless you make that do or die decision to step forward and own her energy, you will fucking sabotage yourself in ways that looking back, will have you rolling on the floor laughing.

Ways such as not making the appointment at the optometrist.  Ways such as always spending your money on copious amounts of chocolate and cheap trinkets so that you’ll think you don’t have the money for your true desires.  Ways such as not showing up and doing sales so that you can’t possibly make the money you need at your next level.

And make no mistake, your next level demands more money because he understands that in order for him to live his life purpose fully, he has to take care of his body, mind and soul.  He deserves the best fucking support that money can buy to show up as his best version self.

The moment that I made the decision I tippy toed to the mountains edge, I closed my eyes, I spread my arms, I look up at the all-powerful Universe and I trusted.


I fucking leapt

I trusted.

I soared!

Apple Mac.  Tick.

Some serious bling specs that has me doing my work with zero strain on my eyes.  Tick.

Fucking rock start sunglasses that makes me feel Top Gun.  Tick Tick Tick.

Wanna see me strut down the street?

Because I fucking am.

It’s never about the things.  It’s about the energy.  It’s about knowing that you absolutely can have whatever you desire.  It’s about knowing that you’re absolutely worth the best. It’s about the raise of vibration from where you are to where you will be an even more powerful influencer in the world.

You know that you were born for more.

Way fucking more.

You know that you came here to change the whole world by impacting one life at a time.  Why not start with your own?

You know that you were born to shine.

You know that you were born to be a leader.

You know all of this.

And it scares the pants off you.

So take a baby step Darling.

For today, just identify your next level self.  Just the next level.  Not the ultimate level.

Then have a look at your surroundings – from your clothes, to your shoes, to the tea towels in your kitchen – and write down ten things that need to go now and ten things that need to come in.

They can be teeny weeny little things.  Don’t write down a new car if you can’t afford to go out right now and buy that new car.  And if you can, then fucking go for it.

Don’t make it hard to succeed.

My first step was new tea towels.  The new ones are so pretty nobody is allowed to use them LOL.

Ask yourself what is ten beliefs that your next level self will have.  Write that down every day.  Make it your own.

Ask yourself what is ten thoughts that your next level self will have on a daily basis.  Write that down.  Think it.

Ask yourself what is ten powerful habits that you next level self will have on a daily basis.  Commit that shit to paper, your calendar, and take the action every single day.

Trust your desires.

Trust your purpose.

Above all, trust God.

Then fly Darling – for your sky has no limit.

Death is inevitable.  Thriving is a scary choice.


With love,


PS:  Is it time?  It is time to fly?  Are you feeling ready yet the fear is keeping your feet cemented to the floor?  Let me hold your hand and lead you to the edge.  Feel my hand in the small of your back and feel calm and trust flow into your chest so you can breathe.  Kickstart your life in the next 30 days and never feel alone, overwhelmed or tempted to turn back.  I’m ready Darling.  Get all the details or message me and let’s fly.


Mechanics VS Passion – there’s simply no contest

I have a deep appreciation for magnificence.


An appreciation for people who follow their passion, their purpose, their soul.

I have such an appreciation for the guy coming in last, sweating, crying, vomiting, collapsing.  But he keeps on going until he’s over the finish line.

I have an appreciation for the one who defied the odds and did it anyway.

I have an appreciation for those who are prepared to lose themselves in their work, even when by doing so they risk the very real possibility of exclusion and isolation.

I have a deep appreciation for those who simply don’t learn the mechanics but who venture beyond perceived boundaries because that’s where their passion insists they go.

For those who don’t share their bleeding toes and torn muscles because they want to enthral the audience with the magic of the show.

They are the ones who wake up when the average still slumber.  The ones who do the work relentlessly because their soul knows only complete and utter commitment to the creation of their art.

Beautiful.  Magnificent.  Breathtaking….

Ever wonder what’s the difference between a ballerina and a prima ballerina.  Or a superbly talented performer and a Bono.

I did.

I wonder about these things all the time and am continuously reading the autobiographies of inspirational icons to see what sets them apart from the masses.

Because what I’m seeing is thousands of people investing heavily in learning the mechanics, and some of them perform the mechanics ‘perfectly’.

But they don’t catch my eye.

They don’t move me to tears when they create their art – whatever that art is.  Yesterday I was moved to tears by a waitress.

The mechanical prodigies don’t inspire me to work harder.  To go deeper.  To live thriver.


Because I’ve found that those who dedicate their lives to mastering the mechanics are missing the most important ingredient.  The ingredient that tips the scales from great to masterful.  The element that has all eyes on you watching in breathless anticipation for your moment of climax because they know that it will trigger within them so much emotion that they will change instantly – they simply don’t have a choice.

That element my Darling is PASSION!

Real passion.

Passion that shines through your every word and movement.

Passion that has you obsessed with your art because nothing else is as important.

Passion that defies pain and obstacles and normal day-to-day existence.

I’ve almost forgotten this.

I’ve been so caught up in learning the mechanics of yoga that I’ve lost sight of my passion.

I’ve lost sight of how much I love using my body to unlock my deepest levels of energy and unleash that onto others.

I’ve lost sight of my desire to bring healing to those who have so much stored trauma in their cells that they can hardly stand up in the mornings.

I’ve lost sight of my desire to uplift and inspire all around me whether I’m standing in Dancer Pose or drinking coffee and laughing from the joy inside of me.

Luckily I can always rely on my soul to pull me up.

She has blessed with me inflammation in my knee which means I need to back the fuck off and slow down to speed up.

I have to slow down and regroup.

I have to slow down and reconnect.

I have to slow down and relight the passion in my heart.

Because I don’t ever want to be a yogi who just does the mechanics and don’t inspire.  I choose not to be the teacher who has people leaving a session feeling hurt, deflated, miserable.

Fuck that shit.

If I wanted to do that to people I would simply sing.

Now before you point out my singing in my spinning classes, I would just like to remind you that you were sweating so much that my cacophony was a blissful distraction from the power you were generating in your legs.  LOL.

Okay but seriously.

I don’t believe in going through the motions.

That’s what almost killed me the last time round.

I choose to live.

I choose to thrive.

I choose passion.

I choose to be the sun who not only rises over the ocean to my right – he is rising with so much passion that my fingers still on the keyboard and I simply have to sigh.  He’s not just going through the motions.  And God knows, the sun has risen trillions of times.  Yet he still moves millions of people every day with he’s astounding passion in rising and breathless stillness in setting.

That’s how I choose to live my life.

Pure passion.

Pure inspiration.

Pure Anel.

I know it’s so easy to get caught up in the mechanics especially since somebody invented the word ‘perfection’ and then decided to make this something to strive for.  Perfection is an illusion!  There’s never perfection.  There is perfection in those who choose to see perfection.  But trying to do it ‘perfectly’ will always disconnect you from your passion.  They simply don’t co-exist.

Instead I invite you today to take a good look at the things you do on a daily or weekly basis and ask yourself, how passionate are you about this?  Are you still on fire every time the calendar says it’s time to ride, write, clean, coach, update the spreadsheet?  Or have you disconnected with your passion?

Do you need to start doing things slightly differently in a way that will bring you joy once more.  Or do you have to throw some mechanics out and do something brand new – filled with passion and zero perfection.

Is it time to acknowledge that you’re not the same person you were ten years ago and it’s time to start learning something new because the habit has overtaken the presence in your actions?

I don’t want to hear you’re too old to start something new or learn something new.  That’s what you’re here for!  To learn, to experience new things until the day you die!  So if you’re telling me you’re too old what you’re really saying to me is that you’re already dead.

And truth is, majority of people I observe ARE indeed dead already.  Their bodies are simply waiting to catch up with their souls.  Because they have stopped living.

Please choose life!

Please choose passion!

Please choose thrive!

The world needs you too.  The world needs leaders, rebels, creatives to break the cycle of mechanics and bring back passion!

And I know that you’re one of those leaders, rebels, creatives, achievers.

What will it take for you to stop going through the motions??

What will it take for you to stop existing?

Inflammation?  Obesity?  Addiction?  Depression?  Anxiety?  Cancer?


Let my inflamed knee inspire you to reconnect with your passion today Darling.

Because death is inevitable.  But thriving is a choice.

With love,


PS;  I know it’s not easy to be born for magnificence.  People think it is but you and I both know that mediocrity is celebrated and supported way more than true success.  Which is why I’ve dedicated my life to support, challenge, unleash born leaders and changers such as you.  It’s why I insist on your best and why I give you my best.  For daily trainings and interaction come join me in my Facebook Page or Group and together we will sing with pure passion and abandon.

You have to be willing to see what you’re currently not seeing if you really desire change.


During our live Q&A call in Get Your Shiz Together the question was posed of how to adapt new values if you have a deep desire for a goal but you’re clearly self-sabotaging.

The answer was simple – you are the master of you life.  You simply get to choose which values you want to hold dear.

Which had me looking at my values and then looking at my results.

I have gone through massive amounts of growth this year alone.  So much has shifted and changed that some mornings I wake up and touch my skin just to make sure it’s still me.

Yet as much as I’ve grown and achieved, there are some areas in which I am still a little less than satisfied.

Oh I know it’s a work in progress.

I know that I’m going to achieve my goals.

Not fucking negotiable.

But I also know I can manifest shit really fucking fast and let’s just say that patience has never been a virtue of mine.

What the fuck was going on?

What was not in alignment?

I journaled for an hour, didn’t find any satisfactory answers.

So I simply wrote down “God help me to see that which I’m currently not seeing” and stepped away.

Saturday night:

I decided to indulge in an episode of City of Emeralds (I think, not sure what the name is, but it’s about Dorothy and the wizard of Oz).

There was a scene where the soldier with her (who we thought had amnesia but turns out his memories was blocked by a spell) exclaims “I was that man yesterday, but I choose to be the man I am today”.

Hmmmmm – something there.

I let it go.

The cogs were turning.

Sunday morning:

Upon waking I knew it was time to choose again.

It was time to choose my next level self.

It was time to choose all of her including her values.

I believe that before we can change anything we have to know what we are changing from and why.

I took out a values exercise and poured over it for two hours.

As my values poured out of me I consciously remained completely disconnected from the process.  I didn’t want my ego to interfere.  I was ready to see what was really going on.


I didn’t like what I saw on the pages in front of me.

I didn’t like it because it was all bullshit.

It was all stories handed to me by other people.

Unhealthy people.

People who were hurting in themselves and simply deflected all their shit on those younger, smaller, supposedly weaker than them.

I honestly thought I had dealt with all this shit.  Time and time again.

But what I’m learning is that programming, just like fear, is not something you can deal with once and then tick the box.

I suspect that’s where most people get the whole fear thing wrong.  They seem to think that we can face our greatest fears once and then conquer the beast.  Be victorious.  Never to be scared again.

Sorry to disappoint you but fear never goes away completely.

And that’s okay with me.

After three successful IronMan swims which is 3.8 kilometres each in the ocean I’m still petrified of water.  Even in a swimming pool.  I kid you not.

But I have identified my fear and I have courageously faced her repeatedly so I know I have the power to  face her down every time it serves me in achieving my goals and being the woman I choose to be.

Well it turns out that my childhood will continue to haunt me if I try and hide it under my bed like dirty clothes which I was too lazy to put in the laundry basket when I was young.

It turns out that no matter how often I have forgiven, how often I have taken the lessons, there is always more and deeper to see and consciously choose differently.  Moments of abandonment.  Moments of being beaten into submission and conformity.  Moments of pure hatred being spat into my face.

I would lie if I said it didn’t hurt and I would be lying if I said it doesn’t still sting.  Even though I get where it comes from and I’m grateful for all it has taught me.  I truly am.  But it still hurts like a MOFO.

And so the hurt has put together a little brotherhood of values.

It turns out that “Safety” and his little brother “Acceptance” has been running my show.

Now if you’re a follower, a consumer, an ordinary person that all okay.  If being liked is what gets you the joyous results you desire these are good values to have.

If however you’re a leader, a rebel, a non-conformist, a messenger of change on a mission to make an impact you have to be prepared to throw away the fucking bungee chord and jump baby!

You have to be prepared to die for the cause.

You have to believe that you were born for this shit and that you are protected by the Universe.

You have to take the risks that nobody else is prepared to take to highlight broken systems.

You have to embrace the haters and know that you’re here to make people think, make people uncomfortable, rub them up the wrong way at times.

And some of those bitches have teeth.

And you will get bitten.

And you will bleed.

And it will hurt like a motherfucker.

I have to be okay with that.

Because if I’m not, if I’m not prepared to fucking die for the message inside of me, I might as well die now.

I honestly believe that is my life purpose – and for me life purpose is not optional.

It’s why I breathe.

Yesterday 8:15 am, sitting on my bed with my journal, pen, coffee and faith, I was liberated from external safety and acceptance.

I got to see what I had not seen before.

I got to choose the woman I am today including my values.

I got to choose the values that will support me in living my life purpose, bring about change for my soul clients, and give them the courage to face their own demons.

Because, like me, my soul clients are born leaders, rebels, creatives and high achievers on a mission to live a purpose aligned life and create epic levels of success because they are prepared to do the fucking work.  The real work.  The hard work.  The work that nobody else gets to see because it happens on the inside.

Are you ready to do the work Darling?

Are you really?

Then I invite you today to take that journal and pen and coffee and maybe a shot of whiskey and ask God to show you all that you have not yet seen and which you are ready to see today because you’re so committed to going next level and living life at full throttle.

I invite you to stay out of your own way.

No sensoring yourself.

You will find tears dripping down your face and splash onto the pages.

You will find your words become illegible with the shaking of your hands and your arms as the pain is unleashed from it’s cave and rips through your body.

Trust that you are safe.

Trust that you will never get more than you can handle.

Let that shit out today!

Fucking let it rip out!

And then approach it with compassion, forgiveness, gratitude.

Everything happens for you Darling.  Everything.

The best part of all?

You now get to choose.

You get to choose the person you are today.

You get to choose the values that will support you.

You get to choose it all.

Because death is inevitable.  But thriving is a choice which is not as easy as it seems.  If it was easy, everyone would be thriving.

With love always,


PS:  I am super passionate about supporting you on your journey of expansion, growth, rising.  Traditionally I’ve worked with people over extended periods of time yet I know that like me, you’re impatient for results and you would much rather rip off the band-aid than pull it off agonisingly slow.  Which is exactly why I put Kick-start together for you.  It’s 30 days non-stop work to get down to business and get up to thrive.  I have opened new spaces and I do believe one has your name on it Darling.  Get all the details here today and let’s play.


You can’t make me retire – ever!

There are some topics that has me stopping in my tracks and do a double take to make sure I’m in the right house.

Topics that are just not even part of my thought process and so I never pay them any attention and sure don’t expect to hear them in my home!

Retirement is one of those topics.

Which is why I was really surprised when the boys started talking about it earlier this week.

Personally I’ve decided that retirement is a really shitty idea.

Why the fuck would I ever want to retire?

And do what exactly different from what I’m currently doing?

Because right now I’m doing exactly what I love to do every single day.

I get to live my life purpose every single day.

I get to thrive every single day.

And in case you haven’t noticed yet, I like to thrive!

It all came about from a political discussion going on around changing the age of retirement in New Zealand.

My boys, for some reason which I simply can’t comprehend, believe that listening to the news is valuable which is why they sometimes talk about shit like retirement.

There was the whole ‘oh but that’s not fair’ and ‘how can they just decide to do that’? questions thrown around with a tinge of outrage.

But when you think about it, maybe the governmenti’s really doing the people a favour.

Maybe if the thought of doing your job for an extra two years seems incomprehensible you might change your job and actually start doing something that you love.

Maybe if the thought of getting out of bed in the morning to go to the same work is almost too much to bear, you will start thinking of how you can turn things around so you can jump out of bed now!

Maybe the pain of the thought will finally be enough to get people to choose to live every day instead of choosing to exchange their true joy and happiness for a pay-check.

I know how tempting those pay-checks can be by the way.

I remember how hard it was for me to leave behind the ‘security’ of a ‘guaranteed’ pay-check for the uncertainty of being an entrepreneur.

However, I came to a point where I decided that my happiness is worth more than any number of zeros on a salary slip.  I was simply not born to work for a boss.  I’m far too rebellious to fit into a system designed to create a singular measurement of what it looks like to be a good employee.

Not that I’m saying everyone wants to be an entrepreneur.  For some people that is the furthest thing from joy.

But you sure as hell can choose to exchange your life-breath doing something that absolutely lights you up in whatever form or shape.

Then we get to the other side of the coin where we so often hear of people dying unexpectedly shortly after going on retirement.  That will probably be me.  My work IS my life purpose.  My life IS my work.  It’s why I breathe.


I look at people who are counting down to their retirement and I wonder to myself what the fuck are they doing in jobs that they clearly only tolerate because they think it’s the only way they can pay the bills.  I see people being miserable doing what they’re doing and living for holidays and retirement thinking that life until then is guaranteed.

Then I hear that another one of my school friends have unexpectedly been diagnosed with a rare disease and given mere months.   I think back to how often she said that she would do it all ‘one day’.

Fuck one day.

Live THIS day.

And before you say it’s easy for me to say I’m just going to point out the fact that I didn’t exactly pop out of the womb knowing my life purpose and what ‘job’ would bring me joy.

In fact for eighteen years I was convinced that I was born to dance.

Forever and ever.

I simply couldn’t imagine doing anything else with my life.

Then the knee injury.

I was a little stumped.

So I went to go work in a bank for two years.

I went to get study chartered accountancy.

Then I switched to studying psychology.

I managed restaurants.

I owned a restaurant.

I sold canopies and tow-bars.

I trained people in the cellular industry.

I recruited.

I owned a recruitment agency.

I had amazing depression.

I became a coach.

It’s all a journey.

It doesn’t happen overnight.

It isn’t easy.

There were times that I shat myself.  Times when I lived in so much fear I had no idea where to find the brass ovaries to even take one more step.  Times when I thought I was loosing my mind.

I took jobs that turned out to be complete nightmares and I had to choose to stay for the pay-check or leave for my integrity and my happiness.

It took courage.  It took introspection and when I felt deeply unhappy with where I found myself, it took the balls to take a chance on myself and do something different.

Which is how I found my passion in coaching and am now writing my first book.

I don’t ever want to retire.

I have no need to retire.

Because I’m choosing live a life on purpose.

I’m choosing to choose how I do business.

I ‘m choosing to define success for myself and live my life accordingly.

I choose to work seven days a week because work brings me joy.

I choose to have it all because every day could be my last so why would I live my life in pain Monday to Friday hoping that Saturday and Sunday will make up for it?

Been there.  Done that.  Burned that fucking t-shirt.

My invitation to you today is to really look at your life-work and ask yourself the hard questions:

  • Does this really bring me joy?
  • Is this in alignment with my values?
  • Do I feel like what I’m doing matters?
  • Would I do this for the rest of my life even if I never got paid a cent for it?
  • Is my work a part of a fulfilling life?

And if the answers are yes then rock on Baby, and if the answers are no here are some further questions to ask:

  • What do I truly desire to do with my life?
  • What will bring me great joy?
  • What would make me feel like I’m making a valuable contribution to society?
  • How can I change my current circumstances and if I can’t how can I change my mindset so I can find more joy in my current circumstances?
  • If I had no limitations or fears what would I be doing with my life?  Then set a goal around that puppy and start taking action TODAY to make it happen.

Stop waiting for retirement to start living a joyful life.

You really don’t want to get to your death bed and look back with regret, with a feeling that you didn’t make a difference, that what you did didn’t matter, that you never impacted anyone’s life.

Ultimately death is inevitable.  But thriving is a choice.


With love always,



PS:  Are you ready to break the glass ceiling that has you feeling less than thriving?  I’ve opened up some spaces in Kick-start to give you the support you deserve to make the changes from where you are to where you want to be without any procrastination or excuses.  Thirty days of accountability will ensure that you don’t have time to go into hiding from yourself and instead you will storm through all obstacles with more momentum than you ever thought humanly possible.  Let’s play.


Ode to the Introverts

These days it’s rare for me to wake up out of sorts.

In fact I can’t remember when last I have.

Until this morning that is.

I woke up and something was out of alignment.

There was an unease like when you’re running on the trails and a grain of sand slips into your shoe.  It’s not causing pain (yet), but it diverts your focus.  Takes you off balance.  It just doesn’t feel right.

I took out my journal.

What to do?

Do I just say fuck it and go to yoga this morning and hope it goes away?

Or do I honour myself and take the extra time to figure this shit out?

Figure the shit out.

Thank chocolate mousse I did.

Over the last few weeks I’ve been delving deep into my yoga practice which meant constantly being surrounded by people.

Don’t get me wrong – I love people.

But there’s a reason why I’m a lone wolf.

Most just don’t get it.

They’re pack animals who love being in the vibrations of others all the time.

Different strokes for different folks.

Me, I’m an empath.  I energetically connect with people and FEEL them.  I feel their unspoken emotions.  All their joy, all their love, all their excitement, all their pain, all their anger, all their frustrations, all their resentment.

This is my gift.

This is my life purpose – to see the truth that others at times don’t want to see because it would mean they will have to own their choices and decisions and take full responsibility for their lives.

I’ve been gifted with experiences that provided the opportunities to learn compassion with these feelings without getting stuck in the drama of the feelings.  Because if I could survive the shit I have AND choose to thrive, anyone else can survive whatever they are going through.

The downside of this gift is that I have to unconsciously and consciously process this all the time when I’m around people.  I have to constantly distinguish between my feelings and their feelings to ensure I don’t get confused of what belongs to me.  I have to make sure I’m always cutting chords when I leave the room so that I don’t take their energy home with me.  I also have to cut chords as people often hook into me and literally suck my vibrations out of me.   Oh this is completely normal – we all do it.  Every time you interact with someone a chord is formed.

Out of respect for their personal journey I don’t share my insights unless given permission – this is normally done in the context of coaching.  I have learned that there’s a reason why people drug themselves with alcohol, cigarettes, chocolate, sex, entertainment. I’ve learned that unless they’re ready the truth will not set them free but instead make them retreat even further into their soul coffins.

This is probably one of the main reasons why I was born an introvert.

I’m starting to think that most introverts are in fact empaths.

I’ve always FELT people more than I SAW the public image people show.  This led to an exquisite childhood where I would constantly be punished for speaking my truth – being called a rebel, a bitch, disrespectful.

Actually it still happens and I completely get it.

People normally don’t like hearing what’s going on inside.

Shit there was a time when I fucking hated what was going on inside of myself.

But I learned to use my pain to turn it around.  I learned that my pain brings me messages and it doesn’t have to be excruciating pain!  It can just be a grain of sand.

Caught up in all the classes, the studying, the growth I have neglected to cut the chords.  I have been around people way too much and have absorbed their feelings as my own. I  have not taken care of myself and that’s simply not good enough for me and it’s not good enough for you.  You deserve better than my sloppy seconds – you deserve the best version of me.

This morning I took the time to cut the chords.  To centre.  To bring my focus back into myself.  To distinguish between what belongs to me and what to gift back to everyone else.

I love people way too much to carry their shit for them.

Apparently shit really needs to get bad these days for people to be inspired to change.

Crazy ass don’t you think?

I wonder if it’s just because people have forgotten how incredibly fucking good good really feels.

Because if they did surely they would take the time to figure it out.

The messages of pain.

The opportunities to sit down and go inside and ask the questions that really matter.

I want to share with you my top questions and maybe today is that day when you sit down, drop all the egotistical crap which prevents you from being raw, and find your truth.  A truth that, when you embrace it, will set you free!

  1. When I feel completely alive, completely on fire, completely in alignment with my soul, how do I feel?
  2. If I’m not feeling THAT right now then what is it that I’m truly feeling right now, in this moment?  What is the pain, the discomfort, the unease?
  3. What is this really about?  What is the message for me?  Where am I not showing up true to myself?  Where am I tolerating things that goes against my core beliefs and values?  Where am I not speaking my truth?  Where am I constantly putting myself in an environment where I have to wear a mask?
  4. What is the true price that I’m paying by tolerating this pain?  What is the long-term impact on my life, my happiness, my purpose?
  5. What am I prepared to do about it?  Now here’s the power of choice – you don’t have to do jack shit if you don’t want to.  You can go from being a pawn to the player who makes conscious choices!  So then you say out loud “I choose not to do anything about this right now.  I choose to live with the pain.”  Or maybe you choose to do something really small today which over the long term will change the outcome, such as getting on your bike and going for a very long solo ride or writing an extra hour in your journal or just listening to some soul stirring tunes that turns your vibes around or asking ArchAngel Michael to please cut all energetic chords that don’t belong.

Now I have to warn you, like most of my recommendations this exercise is not for sissies.  It takes no small amount of courage to do this and to do it with complete honesty.  And if you’re not prepared to be honest with yourself then what’s the point?  The only reason why people are not honest with themselves is because it’s easier in this world to be a victim – it’s become the accepted norm.

Here’s what I want to say to you today Darling – stop thinking that you can hide from the pain.  Instead I invite you to identify the pain and to move through it so that you can find the growth, the truth, the love, the joy which is waiting for you on the other side.  The pain is simply a smoke screen preventing you from looking further.

For if you did and you saw what I see within you, behind all the shit you’re trying to ignore, you would fucking run and crash through it head on!

Because you are phenomenal.





And you are so worth true joy.

Honour yourself.  Honour your needs.  If you’re an introvert, honour your need for social withdrawal so that you can create your art.

Because ultimately death is inevitable.  Thriving is a choice.

With love always


PS:  I have reopened spaces for Kick-Start.  You and me, 30 days.  But only if you’re ready to (wo)man up and get real about your desires, your values, your passion, your power.  When you’re ready to bust through the veil and claim your joy, your badassery, your truth.  This is not for the faint of heart – but then again I know you’re anything but faint.  You are a true warrior.  You are here to make an impact.  You are here to thrive.


Dancing with Yoga

Oh how I adore my life.

I’m feeling so blessed right now.

I’ve completed my first yoga class of the day.

It started snowing as I ran over to the coffee shop.

The girls know me by now so I get to come inside even before they switch on the lights.

My Soy Flat White is always warm and delicious in my beautiful take-away cup.

As I’m sitting facing the door, each person who enters looks into my eyes and smiles.

God, life is magic.

I am so grateful for all of it and take nothing for granted.

I’m so grateful to you for reading my insane ramblings and pray that on the right day you will find inspiration in my energetic presence when you need it.

I’m so grateful for my beautiful new Apple Mac which I’m writing this blog on – a true gift from the Universe.

I’m so grateful for being in a position where I can order a large coffee and not think twice about the cost.

Coffee is so much more than coffee to me.  It’s a symbol of overcoming one of the most trying times in my life.

A time when coffee was a luxury I couldn’t afford.

Hell, we couldn’t even afford food every day.

If it wasn’t for my loving parents there would have been times when my kids would not have eaten.  But they did.

And through faith and the grace of God,  I now live a life where I get to wake up feeling abundant, supported, always receiving.

A blessing that I’m reminded of with every sip of coffee every day.

I am so grateful for this new life in New Zealand.

New Zealand has made me breathe deeper.

She’s embraced me in her loving arms and brought me closer to my soul.

Which is probably why my soul now brought me to my yoga mat.

Yoga and I’ve had an interesting relationship for years.

He’s always called to me yet his voice was way too gentle for my adrenaline pumping body.

So I would dance with him for one song and then walk off the dance floor with the old line “It’s not you, it’s me”.

Yet somehow I found myself signing up for yoga certification.  My Soul knew that I would trust the whisper she gave me.  I always do.  The whispers are what brings me the most joyous adventures.

In the beginning I was so resistant:

  • It’s so slow!
  • It’s so boring.
  • It’s so painful with all my injuries.
  • I don’t like the music – I want some Imagine Dragons.

There’s been so many times when I would have walked away was it not for the investment and commitment I’ve made in the certification process.

So I came back day after day.

And then I upped the ante and I started doing three classes a day.


Yoga took me into his warm loving arms, looked deep into my eyes, deep into my soul, and I fell in love.

It’s a hard thing to explain but once again my physical body is what has opened me up to learning my soul lessons.  The ones that is taking me to a higher level in business, in my relationships, in my life.

Yoga has taught me to follow the path of most resistance.  The path that so clearly will have me thriving but which is completely out of my comfort zone.  A path that is not very pretty to observe.  A path that so many start and then, because it feels awkward, stop.

Yoga has taught me that ultimately I can trust my body, trust myself.  Over the years I’ve sustained many injuries, both physical and emotional, and somewhere along the line I stopped feeling safe.  I stopped feeling like I could truly trust my body.  Instead I started using her to mask what was happening on the inside.  At one stage I even stopped liking my body, never mind loving her.

Looking back now I can see it clearly.

Oh don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change a thing!  I am filled with gratitude for every experience I’ve ever been through, both the good and the ugly.  Each one of those have brought me to this point in my life and made me the woman I am today.

But for the first time in decades I’m finding myself trusting my body again and feeling safe in her.  For the first time in decades I’m finding myself listening to my body and working with her instead of against her to settle slowly into the different asanas.

Yoga has taught me to breathe.  Not the shallow burning inhalations but a slow, steady breath of life.  He’s taught me how to use my inhalation to strengthen and exhalation to release.  A wonderful lesson in my business.  I inhale connecting with my message, my tribe, and I exhale and release the outcome knowing that it will all work out perfectly and that the more I breathe and trust the further I will reach.

Yoga has taught me that my entire Universe exists within the reach of my physical body.  That is the only space that I truly need to be aware of.  Everything that happens outside of this dimension does not have to impact me.  If the person on the mat next to me falls over, I can continue to stand tall.  If the person next to me goes deeper than I can today I can admire them and still celebrate whatever my body CAN do today.

In the same way Yoga has taught me to learn from the teacher but always go within as that is where my truth resides.  I can take the learning and choose the wisdom.

Yoga has taught me that life only happens in the now.  When I sit on my mat and bring my hands to prayer position, the rest of the world stops for me.  All that matters is now, this moment, me connecting with myself and my God and my body and my soul and my breath and my passion for moving my body.

It’s a beautiful thing Darling.

Next Friday I’ll be doing my final practical exam and even though most would think that I’ve achieved the goal that I set myself and ready to move on to the next thing, I know that it’s only the beginning of my true journey.

For my dance with Yoga is far from over.

My dance with Yoga will continue to evolve as we twirl around and gather more people to sway to the rhythm of breath.

Over to you now:

  • What are you working on right now that’s feeling really uncomfortable but which you know will take you next level?
  • What is your story of discomfort?  It’s only when we can own up to the BS we tell ourselves that we can change the story.
  • What can you put into place to ensure that you push through and come out a winner?  It could be blocking out time on your calendar. It could be finding an accountability buddy.  It could be working with a coach.  It could be cooking your meals in advance.  Anything you can think of, brainstorm that shit down and then take immediate action on at least one thing.

Because death will continue to inevitable.  Thriving will continue to be a choice.

And I thrive in the dance.

With love always,


PS:  If you’ve found some inspiration in this piece to continue through the discomfort of your current learnings so that you too can love the dance please share it with others who are ready to stop being a slave to the rhythm dictated by others.  It’s my belief that more and more people are ready to choose their own music, choreograph their own dance.  And if you would like more, come join me on Facebook where I do regular lives and posts and invite your mates.


The difference between mediocre and epic results

It always fascinates me to see people in the gym, sweating away yet never increasing muscle.

It astounds me that people would take the time and go through the effort of getting to the gym, get changed and not commit to results.

Oh I know you think you are.  I know you look at the pictures and the videos on how to do the moves and copy it yet there’s a missing piece.

I see the exact same thing in everything that people do.

Anything that requires action.

Anything that requires muscle whether bicep or mind.

The missing element, the thing that most people still don’t get, is that it’s not about WHAT you do, it’s about HOW you do it!

Think of it in terms of boxing.  You can hold your arms up in front of your face, but if you’re not HOLDING them with purpose, focus and strength, a fist is going to come crashing through and break your nose.

When I was first asked to train Aqua classes I rolled my eyes.  You have got to be kidding me!

I used to watch the classes with all the elderly ladies (and a sprinkle of gents) splashing around, chatting away like it’s a noon tea party rather than a training class.

Can you imaging me doing that??

Then again I never say never so I agreed.  I went through the training course and my interest was piques so I did additional research and then I did the work!

I did the work properly.

I would climb out of the pool after 30 minutes, breathless and sweating.  My muscles ached in places I didn’t even remembered existed.

It was fucking awesome!

So I watched to see what participants were doing that had them climbing out like glamour girls, curls still perfectly in place.

I identified their weaknesses.

I identified their trigger points.

And then I started teaching.

Those old ladies would climb out of the pool after a session, puffing and cursing me.  After my first class I saw them congregate at the manager’s office and thought for sure I would be called in for a complaint.

Instead I received a phone call – would I please consider doing more classes because the old duckies loved me!

That’s right Darling.

Want to know why?

Because when I first challenged them to stop fart-arsing around they told me to respect their age.  I looked them straight in the eye and replied that I would much rather respect the bad-ass warrior maidens they have been their entire lives.  I would much rather respect the fact that they have birthed children, raised families, stood by their spouses through tough times, lost loved ones to the after life, and yet where others have given up and are sitting watching soapies waiting for life to end, they chose to be here – in the pool looking after their health and their bodies.

No way in hell was I going to go easy on them.

I showed them the difference between moving their arms through the water and not even causing a ripple which is what they were doing up to this point. Then I showed them how to fucking MOVE their arms through the water creating waves.  Moving with focus, with effort, with intensity.  Contracting and releasing and contracting again.  I showed them that when they all started moving and creating waves there was a crashing of power all around them.  They climbed out drenched from all the splashing.

It’s exactly the same with every training move whether in or out of the water.  You can do a bicep curl just going through the motions with a weight and simply get no gains.  Or you can do a bicep curl focusing on the muscle contracting, pinching it at the top to the point where it burns and even without a weight you will start seeing the difference in a few weeks.

Setting goals – you can absolutely go through the motions of ‘setting goals’ wishy washy and ticking the box.  OR you can dig deep, really deep and find the goal that sets you on fire.  You can do the work and figure out which emotions are driving you in achieving this goal.  You can set that goal statement in such a way that it completely thrills you just to read it out loud and raise  your vibration.  Then you can take it next level and say that statement with so much passion and conviction that the air stops and the hairs on your arms stand up.  Then you take it next level and exclaim that statement with so much authority that people stop to stare because even though they might not know you, even though they have no idea what your current circumstances are, they fucking believe you!

You can take it a step further and dig on the big why for your goal.  You can identify the pleasures and you can magnify the pains of not achieving it so that giving up is never an option.  You can go next level and make sure that you have more then ten reasons why you’re committed to achieving this goal and if you can’t be bothered to find at least ten, you can respect yourself enough to stop wasting your own time and just walk away from the goal.

Because these are the differences between mediocrity and epic.

You can absolutely go through the motions Darling.  You can absolutely keep yourself busy.  You can absolutely feel sorry for yourself and say “But I’m TRYING”.

Fuck trying.

Do or don’t.

There’s a reason why those who operate at high levels of achievement work with coaches and trainers.  Because no matter how good you are, there comes a point when your ego steps in and makes you cheat, makes you do a fraction less.  But that fraction over time gives you a completely different outcome.

The video can’t put a hand on your bicep and bring a new level of awareness.

The video can’t feel the point of contraction and teach you what that really feels like in your body.

The video can’t look you in the eye, tell you to TTFU and push you to go next level.

It’s the same in every aspect of life.

This is exactly why I believe in coaching and why I continuously work with a coach every time that I’m ready to go next level.  Every time that I’m ready to get out of my comfort zone.  Every time that my goals are way too important for me to take any chances of getting off track.

My goals deserve the best of me.

And the best of me deserves support.

I don’t have time to just go through the motions.  I have to make everything count.  I demand results from my effort.

I demand the best from me.

So here’s your assignment today should you so choose:

  1.  Journal and ask yourself where in your life are you going through the motions and not seeing the results that you desire?  Is it in your training?  Is it even at the point of goal setting?  Are your goals so important to you that you physically write them out every day?  Because if you’re not, question that shit.
  2. Be honest with yourself and assess the effort that you’re putting into the actions.  I’m not talking about dragging your tired ass around and just trying to squeeze out the last drop.  Then you need to first go refuel Darling because to just keep going is a classic way of self-sabotage.  Get real about where you’re at.
  3. Do it differently.  Whether that means better time management so you can focus uninterrupted on your task at hand, or going to a coach or trainer to learn the correct technique before practicing on your own, or to start doing your actions with the pros so you can learn from them.  It’s really up to you.  But do it differently!

I’m seeing way too many exhausted busy people rushing around mindlessly going through the motions and then numbing the pain of not getting the desired results.

Wake the fuck up.

Pay attention to what you’re doing.

Be conscious of HOW you’re doing it.

And do it better.

Because at the end of the day death is probably less painful than existence.  But thriving is a choice you can make TODAY and have the life you’ve always dreamed of.


With love always,



PS:  Yesterday we officially kicked off Get Your Shiz Together.  The feedback at the end of the call was “Okay now we’re all a little scared, but it’s a good scared”.  That’s because the participants saw true passion in action.  They experienced what it feels like to have that passion behind them, pushing them to go next level, to leave behind the slow rhythm of existence and to embrace the excitement of their true desires.  And they are on FIRE!  I’m keeping the doors open for you until tonight and then they are closing.  This is your final opportunity to join us and to leave behind a life of ordinary because there’s no way in hell you can connect with your true magnificence and remain the same.  But only join if you’re serious about not just going through the motions, but actually getting results.  Get Your Shiz Together today.

What does being a good parent mean anyway?

This is the third time I’m starting this blog.

I know that today I’m being called to talk about parenthood but fuck it’s hard.

It’s hard because there’s so much judgement out there of what makes a good parent.

So much judgement around the sacrifices we should be making to make to earn our stripes as being worthy of raising children.

And when I look at the societal norms and especially my cultural norms, I fail dismally.

Women look at me appalled when I say I don’t cook for my family.  They take turns to cook for themselves and each other.

They roll their eyes when I admit that I’ve stopped doing their washing and it’s up to them if their underpants are clean or dirty.

The feel of disapproval is palpable when I admit that I have no fucking clue where the school trip is going.  I just know I need to buy him toothpaste and lunch for the road and pick him up Friday at 3 pm.

God knows that I’ve been criticised over the years for my complete selfish approach to parenthood.

I guess I could feel bad about the fact that I spent hours on my bike instead of sitting at home playing in the mud when they were smaller.  I could feel guilty when I dish up my food and they’re still hours away from because one of them forgot to take the meat out this morning to defrost.

Man if I wanted to I could feel bad about tons of shit.

But I don’t.

I don’t because ultimately I gave birth to two magnificent, powerful, independent future leaders who are encouraged to question, to think for themselves, to step up and contribute to the household as they will step up and contribute to the world one day.  They are encouraged to be completely self-sufficient so in the event of me taking my last breath, I know for a fact they can continue to thrive.

I hold my boys up to the same standard as I hold myself.  I don’t pull the punches when I talk to them.  I don’t ‘(s)mother’ them.  I don’t get involved in their fights.

I live my life in a way that I pray serves as an example to them so when they have to make the hard choices one day they will say “it’s all good because ultimately I’m doing what I feel called to do to live my purpose and make a positive impact in the world.”

At least I hope that’s what they’re getting from my life.

I believe they are.

Which brings me to today – the first day of school holidays.

Okay I’m going to admit it, historically I’ve not been a huge fan of school holidays.  They never seem to come at ‘convenient’ times do they?  Especially not when I’m on fire to complete my yoga certification, launch Get Your Shiz Together, get back on my bike because we miss each other dearly, and work with a coach who is kicking my ass blue.

Previously school holidays were a complete nightmare of boredom and continuous fights that would raise the roof.

But then one fateful morning I decided to take control of this situation and like any spectacular mother turn it to my advantage.

That’s right – I became the Mommanator.

I renamed them Minion One and Minion Two and make the little darlings earn their chocolates.

What does this mean?

It means my boys have the additional opportunity to support their awesome queen of a mother by doing my laundry instead of just their own.  They get to come out riding with me because with all that testosterone pumping through their legs they have become way stronger than me which means they provide the perfect carrots on intervals.

I have decided that I’m choosing to be an amazing mom by teaching them how to live their dreams one day whilst raising their children.

For too long I bought into the BS that we have to put our dreams on hold until our kids are grown up.  For one thing, how the fuck will I ever have the energy when I’m that old??

I have decided that I’m being an epic mom by teaching them how to encourage fitness and health by dragging your resistant, sulking teenagers on a ride that secretly they thrive on, even though their egos might not agree with me.

I’m being a phenomenal mom by waking up happy regardless of whether my kids are at home or at school.

Because being miserable fucking sucks.  I remember when they were small and I thought I had to be a good mommy by staying at home and giving up my dreams, my passions, my true self.

I will NEVER do that to my kids again.


Looking back I now realise that in fact what I was doing was nothing but suicidal and selfish.

What I was doing was putting my misery on their shoulders so that one day I could look back like so many parents do and say “I gave up my dreams for you” or “now that you’re all grown up I have no idea who I am”.

I’m not doing that shit.

Before you call child services on me understand that my kids have everything from me that will set them up for success:  unconditional love, honest conversations, strong boundaries, life skills, support and there’s always food in the house for them to cook.

Why am I writing about this today?

I guess because I still see so many parents living under a cloud of guilt – the whole I‘m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t.

Fuck it.

YOU decide what being an epic parent looks like to you and then you do it!

YOU decide what you want your kids to remember about you when you’re gone and then live it!

YOU decide how you want your kids to feel about you around the dinner table and then you show up for that!

But whatever you do, don’t you dare to use your kids as an excuse to play small, to put your dreams on hold, to procrastinate on everything that you say you desire but in fact you’re too bum ass lazy to do the fucking work to get the results (I raise my hand for historically doing this).

That’s not fair on you.

It sure as hell is not fair on your kids.

If there’s one thing I know for sure it’s that my boys love me unconditionally and they’re fucking proud to call me mom.  I can see it in the way they introduce me to their friends.  I can see it in the way they walk beside me.  I can see it when they jump on my bed to have a lazy conversation with me in the morning.  I can feel it in their big bear hugs.

Do I think I’m a good mother?

I’m going to say a big hell yes!

Because I know that death is inevitable, existing is worse, and thriving is my choice.

With love always,


PS:  Today at 4 pm NZCT we kick off with our very first live call in Get Your Shiz Together.  You still have time to get in.  Don’t use the school holidays as an excuse to not build your epic life.  What better time than to do it in front of your kids and SHOW them that they can have, be and do anything they desire.  Let’s play.  Get Your Shiz Together today.


Ducks and Swans

This blog is especially for Roxanne – the most gracious swan of all.

I love doing shit that keeps me humble.

Very humble.

The type of things that keep my ego in check by choosing to look anything but phenomenal.

In fact if you ever see me practicing my chosen physical activities you probably think WTF?

I’ve heard some of the most hysterical comments when people think my music is loud so I can’t hear them.

That’s because I’m the most unlikely of candidates on any field or floor.

Turns out this is true for yoga as well.

I sometimes look at myself and wonder what the hell ever happened to the ballet dancer?

I kid you not – I pretty much danced from the time I could stand and was planning a career as a professional dancer until I fucked up my knees at age 18.

I used to consider myself extraordinarily graceful and believed that since I walk like a duck I was destined to be a ballerina.  Looking at myself today I might have been delusional.

Then something went South.

I wish I could blame my age except I know that’s bullshit.

I stopped practicing on a daily basis.

My joints started stiffening up.

I picked up a few more injuries along the way from falling off my bike (on numerous occasions) to overusing my joints to just living like a maniac and abusing my body more often than I would like to admit.

It takes me a while just to get up in the morning and have everything settle back into place.

Which is how I found myself in class this morning at 6:15 doing the very un-yogi thing by looking around and spotting Roxanne.

OMG she just makes everything look so graceful and easy.

A real swan.

Regal, long limbed, inspirational.

And then I looked at myself in the mirror.

Apparently my ‘duck feet’ has spread throughout my body and so now I pretty much just look like a duck in whatever pose I attempt to do.

Think short squatty legs.  Think big bottom.  Think waddle.  Think the opposite of swan.

That’s pretty much me!

I had to giggle.

The duck and the swan practicing side by side.

And you know what – never once does the swan make me feel ugly.  We’re just different and we both appreciate that.

Isn’t life great?

I think it’s our difference that keep it real and I love it!

Roxanne will always be a swan and she will inspire all who watch her by how effortless she makes it look.

I will always be a duck and my life is about inspiring people that we can do whatever the hell we truly desire regardless of anything!

That’s why I became an IronMan athlete even though I couldn’t swim.

That’s why I became a SkyRunner when I was told to throw away my running shoes because my lower back is disintegrating and my hip is merrily tearing me up inside.

And that’s probably why I’m doing yoga.

I don’t ever want people to look at themselves in the mirror and think “Oh I could never do that because I’m not as young, not as fit, not as thin, not as strong, not as tall, not as graceful as the professionals”.

It truly saddens me to see how many people try something new and really love it only to stop doing it because they can’t immediately keep up with the pack.  Or because they try for a couple of weeks and don’t see overnight improvement.

It’s all just ego if you think about it.

Yes some people are born with natural talents (we all are) but talent will never beat hard work.

You can have all the talent in the world and if you don’t use it, if you don’t practice it, if you don’t improve it, you might as well not have it at all.

I’m still not sure what my natural talent is but I don’t let that stop me from working my duck ass off to do the things that bring me joy.

Like taking my feet off the wall this morning and doing that headstand!


It has taken me 153 hours of yoga in the past 5 months to get to this point and I’m stupendously proud of myself.

Because it’s hard for me.

Because the first time I was told to take one leg off the floor I doubted for a moment that I would ever be able to do it.

I was terrified.

And the first few times I looked like a hippo trying to pirouette.

I kept coming back.  Getting that big buttocks and short legs up a little longer.

And viola!

I’m a mere 43 hours away from my certification (hallelujah!).

Am I going to transform into a swan overnight?

Bwahahahahaha!  Hell no Darling.

I believe the certification will only be the start of my journey.

But I’m going to show others that it’s not about perfection – it’s about improvement.  And when you show up for yourself every single day you WILL improve.

This is not just physical improvement.

This includes your mindset.  Your business.  Your relationships.  Your art.

Where attention flows improvement goes.

And when you stop comparing yourself with others to keep yourself small and instead compare yourself to be inspired, you will never stop again.  You will keep showing up because you also want to be able to do that.

And if you’re a duck you absolutely want to practice with the swans.

The swans will inspire you.

The swans will show you what will ultimately be possible for you.

The swans will encourage you.

The swans will keep you humble and make damn sure you never loose your sense of humour.

If you do, come do yoga with me and I will show you that it’s never about how you look but about you get to feel.

Now it’s your turn:

Where in your life have you done something a few times that you absolutely loved and then gave up because you didn’t quite get it right in record time?

Where in your life do you have natural talent that you’re just wasting because you’re not practicing it daily?

Where in your life do you hide from the swans instead of being a proud duck?

Quack Quack Baby.

Because death is inevitable but thriving is my choice.

With love and cuddles


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