There’s only ever ONE acceptable standard

No more excuses.

No more sabotage.

YOU my Darling, are a born leader.

Yet the leaders seem to have been stripped from their pride, from their standards, from their truth.

Living in a society where excellence is frowned upon, pride is sinful, and we have to fucking save everyone too lazy to do the work themselves, is beyond challenging for a true achiever.

And what I’ve witnessed is leaders being brainwashed to believe that their standards are impossible to meet.  That they can’t possibly expect from others what they expect from themselves.

Relentless pursuit of dreams.

Sacrifice.

Hustle.

Instead you’re told you have to cut others some slack.

Oh, and the masses of average have infiltrated all the systems which keep you in line.

Labor laws that screw you over in the blink of an eye.

I’ve experienced this first hand.

Back in the day when I owned a recruitment company, I had staff sit in my office, using my equipment, my internet, my forms, my processes, slap another logo on and run their own illegal business from my premises, during the hours I was paying them, even going as far as phoning my clients, and then when they were exposed and I let them go, I was the one being sued.

True story.

The pure fact that people have the audacity to behave in this manner and be protected by the ‘law’ is illustrative of just how fucked up the system is.

Yes, this is an extreme example, but the fear of being sued is what keeps so many businesses from thriving.

During the interview everyone puts their best foot forward, telling you whatever they want you to hear.

Testimonials are not reliable – after all, it’s against the law to give a reference that could prevent a person from finding other employment.

So you put your faith in them and offer them the position.

All new brooms sweep clean, but within six months mediocrity always starts shining through.

Standards start failing.

They tell you that it’s too hard.

That you’re not giving them sufficient training.

It’s too much to do.

Or they just fuck up.

Again and again.

Until you finally just decide to do it yourself.

Which means that not only does your creative juices suffer as you’re bogged down once again in technician mode, but you’re still paying their salary.

You’re tired of fighting so you just give in.

You settle for average employees.

And your business will never grow past average.

For it’s true that your business will never surpass your energy, your mindset, your standards.

Since your business is your baby, your career brings you joy, why not make it excellent?

Starting with standards of excellence.

Those standards of excellence has to start with YOU my friend.

You have to raise yourself back up to your true standards.

That includes everything in your life.

Your nutrition.

Your training.

Your spiritual practice.

Your relationships.

What you wear.

What you eat.

Everything!

For it’s all connected.

Then you bring these standards of excellence in your professional operation.

You set yourself and your staff up for success.

You write out your company values, your company vision, your company’s purpose in this world.

When you recruit you ensure you have a match.

If you ask your candidates their personal values and they don’t even know, move on.

Only employ those who are serious about themselves.  Serious about their success.

For they will never be more loyal to you than to themselves.

If their values are in conflict with yours, move on.

Ask them their life purpose.

If their purpose is in conflict with the mission of the business, move on.

I know this seems ruthless.

I know this seems an impossible ask.

But I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.

Seriously, if you’ve not taken the time to figure out YOUR values, YOUR purpose, then why not?

Are you not truly an achiever?

A sheep in wolf’s clothing?

Employ those who take themselves seriously and they will take your business serious.

When you strike gold and you know this person is an excellent fit for your company, you lay down the law.

Yes – your castle, your rules.

And you NEVER make exceptions.

Your systems are EXCELLENT.

Your operations manuals are EXCELLENT.

When you have meetings you come in prepared.  You get to the point.  You have a clear objective and you have the conversations that gives you your desired outcomes.

Continuous development is not negotiable – for yourself, for your staff.

Stop tolerating!

What is toleration costing you?

Really costing you?

In energy?

In time spent raging in frustration where you have to go through the entire emotional cycle of irritation, anger, fear, and then pull yourself back up to determined?

Wasted time!

Wasted energy!

Wasted mind-power!

What is it costing you in loss of business?

For every bad apple always rubs off on your team which impacts your clients

The more disgruntled they get, the more coffee you pay for.

For all those motherfuckers are continuously brining their colleagues coffee whispering poison into their ears.

You know this is true.

Nothing will change until that day when you decide you are no longer willing to tolerate average anything.

When you’re done with everyone ‘trying their best’.

There is no trying.

There is only do or don’t.

And let’s just be clear that I’m not only speaking to business owners and CEO’s here.

I’m speaking to you!

Get over your job title and step up as the leader you were born to be.

Take responsibility.

If you’re making tea and cleaning the office, I’m talking to you too!

Take pride in your career.

In your profession.

Raise your standards to excellence.

There’s simply no more excuses for laziness.

If you’re serious about raising your standards of living, your standards of impact, your standards of thrive, then I invite you to sit down and take a look at your life today.

Where are you operating on levels less than excellence?  Where you’ve let things slide?  Where you’ve become lazy?

What are you tolerating that’s causing you discomfort?  Pain?  Draining your energy?

What is the impact of this on your life?

The real impact?

The true impact?

All of it.

That’s all for today.

Today is just about getting real with yourself.  To take off the rose coloured glasses and see the truth.

Without all the excuses and all the societal bullshit of what you can and can’t expect. Can or can’t do.

As long as we excuse others, we are keeping them stuck.

We’re telling them they’re not capable of more.

That someone else will pick up their slack.

Enough and no more!

It’s time for you to raise your standards back to excellence.

For death is inevitable.

Thriving is an excellent choice.

With love always,

Anel

PS:  Are you ready for an unbiased look at your current circumstances?  Ready to get clear on your true desires.  The standards of excellence in every area of your life that’s your birthright?  Are you ready to set the goals that will shift you from where you are to where you want to be?

Ignite is 90 minutes of pure focussed clarity.

In our time together we shift you out of your energy of settling for less and unleash your truth.  We get crystal clear on what’s truly impacting you in not living your life of thrive and set the goals that will bridge the gap.

 

This is an intense session where ego is left at the door for your desire to thrive can no longer be contained.

Traci Johnson took the plunge and this is what she said – “90 minutes with Anel moved me forward on many many levels. She cuts straight to the point and doesn’t mince words. It is always a firm but gentle kick in the ass!
She has the ability to get straight to the heart of the issue and ask the right questions to cause you to resolve them quickly and clearly. Far more valuable than the cost!!”

Book your session here and let’s shift you today!

 

 

When you’re at the top, you’re in fact on the bottom.

High Achiever:  “a person who achieves more than the average person in their work.”

Google – Dude – what a shitty definition.

It nowhere near accurately describes who high achievers are.

In fact, one could say this is an average definition.

One that really annoys me.

For it’s bullshit definitions such as these that keep people achieving lower levels of success than they’re truly capable of.

The true high achiever doesn’t give a rat’s ass what the average person does in their work.

A high achiever doesn’t even look at the job description.

A high achiever is incapable of relating to average anyone.

And true high achievers know that work is simply one aspect of their lives.

That everything is connected and related.

They know that being a high achiever means epic accomplishments in EVERY aspect of their lives.

Their fitness.

Their health.

Their relationships.

Their impact.

YES, for high achievers it’s never about doing a job.

It’s about being the best of the best of the best in everything they do.

They’re never satisfied.

You know what I’m talking about Darling – that insatiable hunger that no matter what you’ve just achieved, you want more.

Your tummy still grumbles for greater.

You know that you’re never at the top.

You’re always at the bottom.

For your life is a spiral which means each time you’ve crushed your goal, crossed the finish line, reached the top, you’ve simply taken the first step in the next adventure.  You’ve reached the bottom of the next climb.

This is the life of a high achiever.

And it’s fucking spectacular.

When you take this perspective of a high achiever you start understanding that they’re truly as scarce as chicken teeth.

That’s because most people love labelling themselves high achievers.

They might have the courage to set a goal to prove it.

A stunning goal.

A challenging goal.

A goal that fills their loved ones with pride and admiration.

Some of them will even do the work to achieve said goal.

Few will even go as far as to invest in their goal – bringing on board the coaches, mentors, experts to ensure success.

Fewer still will strike gold.

Yet the taste of success is so foreign to them, such a shock to their bland palate of average, that they’re satisfied and go back to being average.

A one hit wonder.

They don’t have the stamina, the desire, the grit, to create the next level goals, the next level hustle, the next level epic, again and again.

True high achievers do.

True high achievers start setting the next level goals BEFORE they’ve even crossed the finish line.

They know that the euphoria of victory is short lived and that if the next challenge is not already lined up, they will sink into the dark well of depression.

You see it all the time.

People achieve a goal and then they sit down, shoulders slumped over, head hanging, wondering ‘what now?’

True high achievers don’t settle for tired.

They keep going past exhaustion.

When they fall to their knees, they go inside, dig deep, find their drive, find their passion, connect to their fucking rage, and they rise.

They always rise.

Until their bodies are completely spent and they have to be carried away on a stretcher.

And once they are healed, they go back onto the battle field.

They keep coming back for more until their soul departs from their body.

Death is the only force that stops a high achiever.

High achievers have a bottomless pit of energy which is beyond average comprehension.

People think they need to rest when they are in fact ready to speed up.

Stop comparing yourself to the average person.

Stop living by the principles of normality.

Stop thinking that your body, your soul, responds the same to lying on the beach, to sitting down, to resting, as the average Jo.

It doesn’t.

It took my cycling coach almost three months to figure out that my body DETESTS rest.

To understand that when he thought he was making me stronger, he was draining me of my power.

He had to go back to the drawing board and create plans that kept my body working seven days a week.  365 days a year.

He had to get clever and figure out a way to work her in a way that includes active recovery, next level.

My body thrives in work.

My soul thrives in hustle.

I don’t want to lie in a fucking bath every night.

I know that for some this is heaven.

For me it’s hell.

Give me an invigorating shower and let me get back to that which lights me up like hellfire.

Give me the next challenge.

The next goal.

My next thrive.

Are you still so eager to call yourself a high achiever my friend?

Are you still hungry for more?

Are you willing to sacrifice peace of mind for exhilaration of adventure?

Are you willing to release the people who are lovingly keeping you at average?

Are you willing to stop sabotaging your epic with bullshit habits?

Then it’s time to take an honest look at your levels of achievement this year and to see where you’re still holding yourself back.

Where you can do more, be more, have more.

It’s time to get off your high pedestal and embrace the bottom.

To become the beginner at your next level.

This is the life of a high achiever.

For death is inevitable.

Thriving is an epic choice.

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  I work with high achievers.  Men and women who are never satisfied.  Always hungry for more.  Willing to do the work that has the average person walk away before they’ve even started.

I know for a fact that high achievers require focus, structure and challenge.

They thrive with goals.

They rise when the goals seem impossible.

They understand that in order for them to achieve their desired results, they have to take a holistic view of life and get real with themselves.

This is exactly why I’m offering Ignition Sessions for the months of November and December.

To keep your momentum. To raise your vibration to higher than ever before.

Ninety minutes to take a real look at your life categories, your habits, your desires.

To nail down your next level goals and to support you in your achievement with clear direction to your finish line.

Book your session if you’re ready to get uncomfortable, to get excited, to thrive.

 

 

 

Just because you were born for greatness doesn’t mean you’ll be great.

I don’t believe in destiny.

I don’t believe in entitlement.

I don’t believe it’s our birthright to succeed regardless of how little we are prepared to do.

I believe in possibility.

I believe that we are all born with the potential to live iconic lives.

I believe that we are all born with unique talents and gifts that we are here to offer to humanity.

But

I also believe we have to decide that we’re going to achieve greatness and then do the fucking work every single day.

And if you’re rolling your eyes, sticking out your bottom lip and sulking “I don’t want to do the work anymore.  I’m exhausted, I’m done” then go away.

Go sit in the sandpit with the other toddlers smelling the shit in your nappy.

When your discomfort turns to real pain from the rash on your bottom, come back and read this piece again and then get moving.

If you’re still with me then let’s get you on fire and focussed, creating iconic.

It’s November.

It’s been one helluva challenging year.

The Universe has tolerated our insolence long enough and is now taking us on a wild ride where we have to face all that we’ve not been willing to face before.

Belief systems are being cracked wide open and we’re given the opportunity to reconnect with our personal truth.

Governments are being exposed for the corruption, the destruction they have brought to Mother Earth in the exploitation of her resources in the never-ending hunger for more power.

Schools are being investigated for the raping of our youth’s spirits through a system based on conformity and oppression of individuality resulting in our children being treated for bullshit with drugs designed to disconnect them from their true power – their emotions.  Watch The Golden Compass if you want to see what’s really happening.

And let me tell you my friend, our youth are pissed, with good reason.

Women are rising from injustice and taking back their rightful place BESIDE their empowered masculine thereby unfurling their feminine power of creation.

Men are shaken to their core as their emotions will no longer be denied and they have little direction on how to deal.  So they drink.  They smoke.  They sit in front of their PS games desperately trying to escape back to a youth long past desperately holding on to the illusive Peter Pan syndrome.

It’s fucking chaos out there.

And it’s in this time of chaos that we receive the opportunity for our greatest awakening.

To choose differently.

To find the silence within.

To get focussed.

To achieve!

This takes monumental levels of commitment.

It takes a new level of hunger where all the bullshit choices are taken off the table – no longer accessible.  No longer temptuous.

If you’re done with the petulant behaviour of a two year old, there will never be a better time to take your life to the next level than right now.

It starts with getting VERY real with where you’re at today.

Without holding back for the sake of your fragile ego.

I mean absolutely 100% brutal.

It starts with looking at your health and fitness levels, your spiritual practice, your business, your finances, your relationships, the extent of your orgasms and asking yourself if they are at the highest levels available to you in this lifetime.

Not from where you’re at right now.

Your bank balance might be in the red right now, BUT your POTENTIAL is to be a billionnaire if that is what you truly desire.

Your scale might run out the back door when it sees you coming BUT your POTENTIAL is to have a body with curves that has heads turning with jealousy and admiration wherever you go.

Your marriage might be falling apart BUT your POTENTIAL is for a relationship of passion, support, excitement, connection, adventure.

Unless you OWN the fact that you are not playing in your realm of possibility you will never start doing the work to break free from your current level of comfort.

You have to go beyond being uncomfortable.

You have to get pissed.

You have to rage at your ego for how safe you’ve been playing it – recreating the same patterns for decades wondering why the hell you’re not creating phenomenal levels of success.

THIS my Darling is how you wake the fuck up.

Which means you have to stop comparing yourself to those around you.

They’re on the same vibrational level as you.

Aim higher!

You have to stop asking those around you for their opinions of you because quite frankly, they will always tell you what your pathetic ego wants to hear.

You have to stop settling, for we receive what we tolerate.

Which means if you’re willing to tolerate fear, you will receive mediocre existence in bucket loads.

If you’re willing to tolerate being treated with disinterest by your partner, you will receive loneliness.

If you’re willing to tolerate McDonals, you will receive obesity.

It’s as simple as that.

And here’s the thing, even once you’ve decided enough and no more, when you’ve decide you will no longer tolerate less than magnificent, even when you decide that you WILL RISE nobody else is going to make it happen for you.

There’s no magic wand.

Stop looking at fat burners for the solution!

YOU HAVE TO DO THE FUCKING WORK!

Because you’re starving.

Because you’re on fire and you simply can’t sit still another moment.

Yes, the Universe will always provide everything that you need to succeed, but it’s a partnership.  It’s call CO-creating for a reason.  It’s not called a goddamned fairy tale.

Which means that you have to get crystal clear on what you are 110% committed to achieving.

Stop fucking around with fluffy.

Fluffy goals.

Fluffy reasons.

Fluffy language.

And be careful what you ask for – for you will always receive it.

It’s in the details of the asking.

Which means if you ask for what you don’t want, you will receive more of that!

Be willing to sacrifice.  To let go of that which no longer serves you.  To sever ties with the energy vampires, the low vibrational lazy assholes who want to ride your gravy train without buying a ticket.

Be willing to change.  To embrace the routines and the structures that you weren’t willing to put in place up until now because of your bullshit.

Structure and routine is simply not to be messed with if you’re serious about success.

Be willing to face your greatest enemy – YOU!

Your subconscious beliefs.

Your stories.

Your fear.

Your pain.

For it is only once you embrace all of you, bring it back into the fold, that you can become the powerful whole you were born as.  It is then that you become your greatest ally.

YOU CAN BE, DO AND HAVE IT ALL!

It’s yours for the taking.

But you’ll never reach out if you’re not starving.

If you’re bloated with mediocrity.

If you’re suffocating with existence.

If you’re fucking dead.

Do you choose to thrive?

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  It’s that time of the year my Darling.

It’s that time of the year when 99% of people are winding down, giving up, saying “next year will be different”.

Screw that.

2017 is not yet done and neither are you.

This is the time when the 1% takes a step back, review, learn and set the next level goals.

If you’re the 1%, ready to go next level, hungry to go further than you ever have before, and you desire a solid foundation, I’m offering Ignition sessions for the months of November and December.

In 90 minutes we will take a holistic view of your life.

We will identify exactly how you’re sabotaging your thrive.

I will unlock your greatest desires, mould them into inspirational goals that has you on fire, and cement those babies down rock solid with purpose, beliefs and strategy.

90 minutes will blow your mind.

Limited spots available so grab yours today and let’s get you rocking to the beat of your own drum.

 

 

 

What would you do if you had a reset button?

My husband woke up this morning, all crumply from his sleep he turned to me:

“I had the most bizarre dream.  I dreamt we had a reset button.”

Interesting.  So I asked him what the reset button was for.

“Anything we wanted to do over.”

Hmmmmmm, my first thought was that in all honesty, I wouldn’t want a reset button.

Yes there’s a lot of things in my life which didn’t exactly have thrilling outcomes.

Things that caused me pain.

Things that left me less than satisfied.

But would I do it differently?

No.

Every choice I made, every decision, every outcome, led me to this exact moment in time.

Any one different action would not have me sitting here in my gorgeous office, looking at my rose bush as the first bud opens her brilliance.

I wouldn’t be reflecting and sharing this blog with you.

My boys wouldn’t be eating breakfast in the kitchen.

I wouldn’t be working with my current clients – and I do have so much fun working with them!

I wouldn’t be doing yoga in the mornings and riding my bike through the forest behind my home.

My life is pretty fucking spectacular.

And above all, I love the journey that has led me to this moment.

I love learning.

I love fucking up so that I can pause and question.

Question my values.

Question my actions.

Question my patterns of behaviour.

Question my thoughts.

Take the time to reconnect with my emotions.

It’s all there.

For me that’s what life is ultimately about.

Yet I guess for people who don’t take the time to do the deep introspection and receive the golden nuggets of remembered wisdom, it would seem that life is a snow-ball running down a mountain of manure.

That can’t be too pleasant.

And the stench filling your nostrils is nothing more than guilt and regret my friend.

Two emotions which quite frankly is a waste of your precious journey.

Guilt and regret puts you in a state of victimhood.

It makes you feel like an epic failure, swiftly cutting off your scrotum and handing it to you on a plate with a sprinkle of nuts and honey.

Why the fuck would you choose to live like this??

It simply blows my mind.

What if instead you chose today to sit your sexy ass down and journal the fuck out of your life?

Everything.

The relationships you’ve had.  How they made you feel.  The beauty they brought to your life.  The pain.  The mirrors.

The financial decisions you’ve made.  How they impacted your current situation.  How they’ve shown you opportunities to educate yourself on wealth consciousness.  How every cent you’ve made and lost was nothing more than an awakening to the fact that abundance is an emotion!  Inside of you. It has nothing to do with your bank balance.

The career paths you’ve chosen.  The jobs that had you thriving and those that left you drained in the morning.  Gorgeous hints of your soul purpose, your soul work.  As your aligned path always has you lit up like a Christmas tree!

What if you questioned everything that they taught you in school, in church.  And instead of just taking everything at face value, you go inside and ask yourself “Does this feel true for me?” and then base your future actions on that?

Regardless of the frowns.  Regardless of the haters who bash down your door, telling you that you’re drenched in sin.  Who’s fucking sin anyway?

What if you chose today, right now, in this moment, to make peace with your human form?  

YES you fucked up.

Darling, seriously, get over yourself.

The whole ‘victim’ look really doesn’t do anything for your complexion.

Quite frankly I simply don’t get the point of living a life of regret.

And if you’re sitting there shaking your head thinking that it’s easy for me to say, let me tell you that me sharing my truth is the result of decades of personal development work.

And it continues.

Forever.

Well, until I croak anyway.

Then I’ll look at my lifetime and say “Wow, that took me long enough.  I want to go back and do it again, this time I want a new PB time of remembering”

Yeah, always the competitor.

Furthermore my Darling, you DO have a reset button.

It’s called sunrise.

Every single day you get a clean slate – you just have to choose to take it.

So here’s my two favourite tools to live a life of zero regrets that I want to share with you today.

First of all – fucking forgive!

Say this Prayer of Forgiveness written by Lisa Barnett for the next forty days consecutively and feel the release!

Divine, Spirit, Source, please move me into a state of forgiveness towards anyone or anything that has hurt me, whether consciously or unconsciously, from the beginning of time to the present moment.  I now forgive them and I release the energy of the past.

Divine, Spirit, Source, please move me into a state of forgiveness towards myself for any hurt I have caused others, whether consciously or unconsciously, from the beginning of time to the present moment.  I now forgive myself and I release the energy of the past.

Divine, Spirit, Source, please move me into a state of forgiveness towards myself for any hurt that I have caused myself, whether consciously or unconsciously, from the beginning of time to the present moment.  I now forgive myself and I release the energy of the past.

I invoke the Grace and power of Forgiveness to transform my body, mind and heart as I return to a state of Divine Innocence.

And so it is.

Blessed Be.

Amen.

My second tool is evening reflections!

Here’s the thing – if you don’t take the time to receive the beautiful learnings of today you feel reluctant to let go and start over tomorrow.  This is why you keeping lugging that shit around with you like a trophy, except it’s absolutely exhausting you.

Time to do things differently.

My personal questions which I journal on each night is a reflection of my values so feel free to use them or to adapt them to reflect your own:

What was great about today? What did I love?

How have I added value to someone’s life today?

What did I learn today that I didn’t know yesterday?

What did I do really well today?

What can I do even better tomorrow?

So roughly fifteen minutes a day can completely transform your life.

And yes, it’s really that fucking easy!

Stop sabotaging your joy by complicating everything.

Death is inevitable.

Thriving is a choice starting with forgiveness.

With love always,

Anel

PS:  As we move into the last phase of the year it’s time to release that which no longer serves you.  To find the deep learning that will make you thrill in the obstacles you’ve encountered in 2017.  It’s the time to take stock of where you’re at, reconnect with your true desires, and create your next level thrive.

Working with a life coach is about taking a holistic view of your life, of your patterns of behaviour, of your belief systems, eliminating those that are tripping you up and embracing new ones that empower and elevate you.

It’s a journey of achievement.

It’s a journey of discovery and learning.

It’s about a safe space where you find the courage to speak your shadow truth thereby illuminating your subconscious drivers.

If you’re ready to receive a new level of truth delivered with shit tons of love and none of the social nuances thereby busting through your glass ceilings, let’s connect.  Book your consult and let’s identify how I can best serve you on your journey to thrive Darling.

Who do you need to liberate with your thrive?

As I sat under the full moon on Saturday, asking for clarity on what to release, I had no idea what I was in for.

Then it hit me yesterday.

It’s time to burn my precious journals.

Decades’ worth of my life experiences captured on pages.

Some of those words were written with great joy and appreciation.

Some of them smeared as ink blent with tears simultaneously pouring onto the page.

Releasing the torrents within.

Finding the insights obscured inside my mind.

There’s a shit ton of pages.

I’ve been moving these trusted confidents with me from Pretoria to Kinnegad, to Port Elizabeth, to Johannesburg, to Pegasus City.

And today I’m offering them up to my ancestors to break the chains formed by my patterns of behaviour.  I am releasing them to Creator to transform learning into love.

I’ve come to the insight that for almost two decades I’ve been capturing a particular cycle – one where I dig deep to find my true desires, work my ass off to achieve specified results, then sit down waiting for others to catch up with me.

Over

and over

and over again

This has been my pattern.

Oh I’ve let plenty of people go along the way.

Family members who played their role of crushing my spirit.

I thank you for the gifts in learning and release you.

Friends who played their role in stabbing me in the back.

I thank you for the gifts in learning and release you.

Those who taught me to always look within to find my joy.

Those who taught me to always trust my intuition.

Those who taught me that as long as I rely on myself and my Creator, I can achieve anything!

I thank you all for the gifts in learning and release you.

I am after all the lone wolf.

Yet there’s been those that I’ve always waited for, reluctant to go too far ahead just in case they don’t pull finger and catch up.

I’m releasing this cycle today.

For I’ve come to the realisation that this is not love – it is only fear.  And fear can be a destructive force my Darling.

By keeping myself back, I have kept everyone else from truly living their potential.

Of finding their ultimate happiness.

Why would they have to?

When they have me to keep the pace nice and easy for them.

It’s like riding with a strong cyclist and having them wait for you every few kilometres, giving you the opportunity to recover and then mosey along.

Except I didn’t choose to ride with those ‘nice’ people when I trained to race.

I chose to ride with the mean motherfuckers who showed me no mercy.

Who would ride at their pace.

Those who, when I blew my legs and fell behind, would wait at the top of the hill and as soon as I came close to them, would take off again.

Them now being fully rested and restless like the race horses they were.

Me ripping curse words in my head like a machine gun.

I didn’t like them much.

I fucking adored them!

They made me strong.

They trained me into a real competitor.

Physically.

Mentally.

It was always my choice.

At any moment I could have chosen to give up.

I could have chosen to go ride with the social bunch.

They looked like they were having fun.

They were chatting all the way,  laughter and smiles.

But they only did about half the distance.

They never felt the thrill of getting to the finish line completely smashed!

It’s just not their vibe.

But it sure as hell is mine.

And so I kept showing up to the mean bunch.

I kept riding out of my comfort zone.

I kept showing up for myself.

And like the magnificent beasts that they are, they kept leaving me behind.

Until one day they couldn’t.

Because I had risen to their level.

This is my promise to myself and those I adore.

Never again will I sit down and wait for anyone.

You have a choice.

You can up your game.

You can curse in your head and sweat and struggle and become stronger.

You can be one of my people.

Or

You can own the fact that I’m just not your tribe.

Not your vibe.

And go find your true happiness with those who do life socially.

Because I love you too much to keep you trapped in your gilded cage.

I am under no illusion that this will be an easy thing.

But it’s time for next level sacrifice for next level thrive.

That’s what my soul desires.

It’s what I came here to do.

I never came to this life to keep people comfortable in mediocrity.

I came here to inspire, to empower, to see the magnificence within each person and to speak to THAT part of them.

Not the victim.

Did you?

I doubt it very much my friend.

The truth is that as long as we abandon our magnificence in the name of ‘love’, we are not being loving at all.

Love is showing up as your best version self to inspire others to take a look in the mirror and find their truth.

Love is never keeping others stuck in codependency but to free them to find their power.

Love is liberation without judgement.

Not everyone loves the hustle.  Not everyone thrives in achieving epic goals.

That’s perfect.

But if that is your thrive, it’s selfish to hold yourself back in any way.

What are your patterns that have kept you safe in the shade?

The cycles that has you making minuscule improvements each year?

Are you even making progress?

What do you need to burn today?

Who do you need to empower with the choice of freedom?

By showing up as your best version self.

For ultimately it’s still their choice if they want to stay or leave.

It’s YOUR responsibility to love yourself and them enough to offer them the option.

It’s YOUR responsibility as the leader to create the culture of excellence.

In your business.

In your relationships.

In your life.

For death is inevitable.

Thriving is a hard choice my friend.

With love always,

Anel

PS:  I would never have reached this level of release had I not chosen love.

True love.

Deep love.

Love that has a deep desire for all of humanity to thrive.  In whatever form that takes for them.

This is the love I want you to experience.

Yet I’ve discovered that especially as women we have been indoctrinated to believe that love is putting ourselves below everyone else.  To form the stepping stones for others to go higher.  Which is a completely fucked up!

We create most when our cup is overflowing.

When we are luxuriating in our magnificence.

We create and empower when we adore the face in the mirror and show up as our best version self.

Which is why I’m starting a Self-Love Revolution in Wild Woman Rebels.

For the entire month of November I will be guiding you with journaling prompts, exercises and goddesses yoga to fall madly in-love with yourself.  To become the truly sensual, powerful goddess that you are in your core.

This revolution is free for women globally so join us today.

 

Warrior Smack-Down

If you’re feeling a little tender and teary, close this right now and walk away from this piece.

If you enjoy wallowing in misery right now, go eat a tub of ice-cream and get fat so you have more reason to complain about how tough and unfair life is.

This piece is not for you.

Don’t you dare read it and then say what an insensitive bitch I am.

That you don’t want to be shouted at.

That I’m not playing nice.

Come back when you’re ready to get some dynamite shoved up your popsicle.

This piece is for my warriors.

The ones who are down on the dirt.

The ones who are exhausted because 2017 has been a challenging motherfucking year of epic proportion.

The ones who just need to remember who the fuck they are and what they’re doing here instead of drowning in the sympathy avalanche that’s come down on them in full force.

Are you ready Darling?

Are you ready to wake the fuck up, to wipe the spit off your chin and look me in the eyes?

Are you ready to stop your shit, stop your excuses, stop your whining and start rising?

For this is not who you are!

All these motherfucking labels you’re hanging around your neck like a prized piece of bling.

Anxiety.

Depression.

Victim.

Broke.

Broken.

You say you have no time.

You say you have no direction.

That you’re not coachable because your set in your ways and you’re too old to change.

Fuck

Off!

Take that bullshit off your chest.

Burn it in your fire of passion, of purpose.

Remember who you are!

You, my friend, are magnificence in human form.

You are one of the few who came to this lifetime, ready to face your demons, ready to challenge the status quo, the collective consciousness be damned.

You’re one of the few who came to this life to break the chain of oppression which has enslaved your family lineage for generations.

You’re the one who came here to face the enemy in the mirror, not only for yourself, but for seven generations before you and seven generations when your body is nothing but another speck of dust.

You came here because the pain caused by the prevalence of mediocrity has become unbearable to your soul.

You looked at the destruction caused to Gaia through the loss of values, the loss of honour, the loss of true service, and you fucking roared!

You heard the dying cries of Mother Earth and you ROSE IN RAGE!

You took that leap from your all-magnificent creative power and you embraced a puny little human body.

But you didn’t come here to be puny.

So you started training for the moment of your birth.

You invited in the most vicious of motherfucking bastards to give it their all to break you!

You trained through verbal abuse.

You trained through physical punishment.

You trained through assholes raping your body and mind.

You trained through abandonment.

You trained through lovers ripping out your heart watching your blood dripping off their fangs as they continued to feed on you until your light went out.

All the time they thought they were winning.

Stupid fucks.

They were simply playing their roles in your orchestration to become the indestructible warrior that you have the potential of owning today.

That’s right Darling – all the hard work has been done.

You have trained long enough.

You are ready.

All that’s left for you to do is to own it!

Is to make the choice to rise again.

It’s to look the bullies in the eye and whisper “Is that all you’ve got?”

We might have lost a few fights along the way, but we will win the war!

We will be victorious in our mastery of that which matters most to us.

Love.

Creating.

Healing.

Changing the status quo.

We will continuo to speak our truth with courage and conviction regardless of the naysayers and the haters.  For we understand that they are simply speaking from a space of fear.

They are terrified of change.

They are pissing in their pants when they see you and the way that you relentlessly stride forward.

How, no matter how many times they knock you down with their vicious lies of friendship when all they do is manipulate and strangle your creative forces, you keep on standing up again and again and again.

They don’t understand how they can witness you burn in the fire and yet you rise!

Every

Fucking

Time.

The war is not over.

How do we fight this war against the destruction of the human spirit?

By setting and achieving the goals that astound those around you.

By living a life of honour and self respect so that YOU never lower your eyes in shame.

By keeping the God-spark bright with daily spiritual prayers and meditation.

By falling in love with yourself and feeding your body and mind with the best quality nourishment.

By showing up as the goddess you are.

By howling your truth under the light of the moon so your pack can find you.

No more hiding.

No more playing small.

No more sitting down because the cowardly motherfuckers around you promise love and joy in the bottom of the bottle.

It’s time for you to sit down and have an honest conversation with your higher self.

To lovingly and compassionately look at your current life creation and ask yourself “Is this really the best I can do?”

Because if you’re saying yes, you’re lying!

To yourself.

And there’s nothing worse than a warrior lying to herself.

Nothing.

That is sacrilege.

What are you tolerating that is making you feel weak?  Disempowered?  Less than?

Is it a friendship?  A relationship?  A body out of shape, showing the desperate attempt of dousing loneliness with food?  Clothes that make you look like a pauper?

Whatever it is – STOP IT!

We get what we tolerate.

So stop tolerating mediocre anything!

Let it go!  Immediately.

The only reason you’re holding on to toxins is because you think there’s going to be this gaping nothingness.

NO!

Every time that you say no to toxic anything you are inherently saying yes to epic!

Trust this.

Trust that the Universe is on your side and that as a Soul Warrior of Creator you will never be left with gaping nothingness.

It’s just not possible.

But you have to show the fuck up Darling.

You have to get the fuck up.

You have to do the work.

You have to be relentless.

You have to be determined to succeed regardless of the sacrifices or how long it takes.

The war is not over.

Stop your shit

AND RISE!

Death is inevitable.

How long before you realise that for your soul, existence is worse than death!

Why do you think so many are choosing to end life and embrace death?

No more spiritual suicide.

No more physical suicide.

No more creative suicide.

Your soul wants to thrive!

Choose thrive!

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  Everything good gets created from love.

Yet how many people do you know who are completely and utterly in love with themselves?  Unconditionally? Deeply?  Passionately?

More importantly, are you?

It has taken me years of personal development and working with some of the best coaches in the industry to finally adore the woman in the mirror.  Even the delectable dimples on my derriere.

This is the gift I now share with you.

For the month of November I’m starting a Self-Love Revolution in Wild Woman Rebels.  Dedicating the month to the Goddess Guinevere we will be journaling, dancing, clearing out, and romancing you.

This is open to all women who are just sick and tired of feeling not enough.  The women who are done with seeking approval and love from others.  Those who are ready to stop filling the emptiness with food.

The only cost is your precious time and the bullshit you’ll be dumping in the bin like the rubbish it is.

We start Monday the 6th of November so come join the revolution Darling.

You’re so fucking worth it.

 

 

It’s time for a Self-Love Revolution!

I’m not a feminist.

Not by any stretch of the imagination.

I happen to adore men.

I love their often dry sense of humour, wicked and clever.

I admire the way their bodies respond to training with bulging muscles and lean corners.

I thrive when they allow themselves to be powerful, decisive, clear and to the point.

The empowered masculine is a thing of beauty!

However,

So is the empowered feminine.

I’m at the point in my life where I no longer depend on man to love me.

To shower me with words of appreciation whispered into my sensitive ear.

I’m done seeking approval in they eyes of another, for someone to tell me that the dress that hugs the curve of my hips makes me look like a goddess.

That I’m worthy.

That I’m always provided for.

To hold me as raptures of passions rips through my body.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the fairy tales of love and romance is just another way of disconnecting us from truth.

Instead I believe that love starts with us.

I believe that seeking your better half is bullshit.

Quite frankly Darling, if you think that there’s something better out there you’re in for a rude awakening.

For the best half of you is YOU.

And if you can’t love yourself, you’re incapable of loving anyone else.

Truly.

Madly.

Deeply.

Unconditionally.

Which is why we so eagerly criticise our partners once the oxytocin has left the building.

When we start looking at them the same way we look at ourselves – faulty and fucked up a little.

Relationships are nothing more than mirrors.

Which means if you don’t love you, you can’t possibly love another.

That’s the lesson we’re here to learn.

I suspect Life might be a woman.

She can be quite the sly and crafty little bitch when she’s in the mood.

At first we come to Life – falling in love with ourselves from the first moment we catch a glimpse in the mirror.

Oh my, is there anything more precious than a baby laughing at her own reflection?

The way she eagerly kisses herself in the mirror?

The way she can’t get enough of seeing herself twirl and giggle?

Purrrrrrfect.

Then, the disconnect happens.

Through layers of criticism, belittling, judgement, punishment, she finally gives in to the convincing voices of those who ‘love’ her, who want to protect her, who wants her to fit in so that she won’t be ostracised for being too wild, too different, too fucking full of herself.

So they break her spirit.

The way a wild horse is broken in.

To be obedient.

To serve.

All in the name of love.

Because when we see a magnificent stallion and we fall in love with him, of course we have to fucking break him so we can find joy in riding him.

The exterior beauty minus the internal spirit.

A little fucked up don’t you think?

The same way we meet a beautiful wild, powerful, man or woman and fall head over heels in love .

We decide we simply can’t live without them.

Except in order for us to be happy, we have to change them, break them, so they won’t wander, won’t conquer, won’t leave us.

A lottle fucked up.  (Lottle is a lot of little in case you’re wondering).

And why?

Because that little girl who adored herself is now so fragmented that she has the same warped impressions of love as her parents, and their parents before them, and their parents before them.

All the way back to when the community became more important than the individual.

With all my love, screw the community.

I believe that love has to start with ourselves again.

Way too many broken, fragmented, desperate people are walking around not understanding what the hell is going on.

There is a global awakening, no doubt about that.  Yet if you’re not spiritually attuned to this you have no clue of what is causing the energetic shift.  All you know is that life as you’ve known it up to this point is falling apart.  That you’re waking up in the morning feeling hollow, disillusioned, fucking miserable.

You see the beautiful home, the luxury car, your perfect kids growing up.  All the stuff you thought would make you happy.  Yet nothing, no joy, no bliss.

You look at your partner wondering to yourself  “Who the fuck are you?  I don’t even know you anymore”.

You look in the mirror and quickly lower your eyes because the miserable face devoid of glow fills you with so much sorrow you want to scream your rage at the loss of your beauty.  You want to howl your agony at the years gone by that has left you feeling fuck-all.

A life of existence.

And for what?

You sit there and you have no clue how to go on.

Because you don’t know where to start.

You don’t have a fucking clue.

School never taught you any of this.

Church didn’t teach you how to love yourself above all others.

Your parents never taught you how to pleasure yourself.

None of the shit that really matters were passed down to you because that would have you wild, living life on your own terms, joyous, free, expansive, thriving.

And let me tell you my most treasured friend, that a person thriving creates thrive for everyone!

When you fall deeply in love with yourself, truly, madly, deeply, when you raise the standards of living for yourself, when you honour and respect your individuality, when you have powerful boundaries

You don’t become a selfish, criticizing, destructive bitch.

Even though that’s what they told you.

In fact, the complete opposite happens.

When true love, self love, fills your heart, your being, 

it expands to everyone around you.

You see the beauty and perfection in everyone that you meet.

You want more for everyone because you’re just so phenomenally fucking happy you want everyone to be their best, most joyous, most powerful selves.

You don’t want to castrate the bull.

You have no desire to break the stallion.

Instead you appreciate the beauty and power of wild.

People stop being your property because love doesn’t come with shackles.

So I put it to you Darling, isn’t it about time we start a self-love revolution?

Isn’t it time we stop trying to fix everyone else and start falling in love with ourselves?

Isn’t it time we stop blaming everyone else, wipe the slate clean, draw a line in the sand and start living forward rather than walking blindly because our gaze is constantly on the past?

Oh what a liberation!

To see the reflection in the mirror and feeling nothing but love, compassion, adoration.

And then living your entire day from this energy.

Just open yourself up to the possibility.

Your assignment today, should you so choose to do, is to journal on how different your world be today if you loved yourself truly, madly, deeply.

Put on those old love songs.

Light a candle.

Pour yourself your favourite beverage in your best glass.

And just let it all out.

That’s all.

Just awareness.

It’s not that hard.

But it does take a little courage.

Because it goes against everything you’ve been taught.

I dare you,

live a little.

For death is inevitable.

Thriving is a choice which includes radical self love.

With love eternal,

Your selfish little bitch, Anel

PS:  I’m feeling inspired to dedicate the month of November to the Goddess Guinevere.  To take women on a journey of discovering and harnessing true love in their lives.  Starting with themselves.

If you’re a woman starving for the deep satisfaction that can only be attained through self-love, if you’re feeling teary at the prospect of looking in the mirror and adoring your reflection then I lovingly invite you into Wild Woman Rebels where starting Monday 6 November, I’ll be hosting a little Self-love Revolution.  During the entire month of November I will unlock your wild.  I will show you how to clear the bullshit that has starved your soul and we will dance my Darling.  We’re gonna romance YOU until the glow of your magnificence lights up this whole planet.

I’m not calling this a free challenge.  I don’t want you to feel challenged.  I want you to feel empowered, opulent, magical, joyous.

So bring a sister, a best friend along and join us today.  Let’s start loving the most important person in your existence – YOU.

 

 

 

Perfection – the assassin of your dreams and gifts

As I reach my right leg back, feeling the cramp curling into life in my hamstring, I can’t help but think what an ass I look like compared to the gorgeous creature at the front of the class.

She makes it look so easy.

So effortless.

So perfect.

Bitch.

The emotions that rise inside of me used to keep me stuck in shame.

Yes, there’s no small amount of jealousy.  After all, I’m an achiever, a competitor, OF COURSE I want to be better than her.

There’s frustration with the slowness of my progress.  Patience is apparently my greatest learning in this lifetime.  Clearly I’m still scoring an F.

There’s also desire to improve.  To become one of the best.  One of the most inspirational.  One of the greatest healers through movement of my time.

It’s this desire that has me sharing my very humbling, and at times embarrassing, journey of yoga publicly for anyone to see.

Making the most amateur of videos and posting them every week on YouTube is taking way more courage than you will ever know my friend.

See, I used to be a perfectionist.

I used to only share that which I had already mastered.

That which I had already practiced to the point of exquisite execution.

Which quite frankly, made me part of the problem.

Part of the epidemic of perfection which is nothing but smoke and mirrors.

An illusion of bullshit that not only keeps most people from ever giving it their all, but it’s creating a civilisation of so much shame and judgement that it’s a wonder that we get anything done.

Thank goodness the next generation don’t appear to have the same chip on their shoulders as we do.

There’s twelve year olds killing it on the internet because they don’t give a shit.

They stand in a public bathroom for acoustics and record their wonky songs and publish it without messing with logos and intros.

Because their dreams, their hunger to create, is unquenchable.

They are not yet bloated with consumption.

Yet we have the audacity to continuously criticise Generation Y.

Are we, the fabulous Gen X, not the ones who preached perfection?

That we had no choice but to be responsible grown-ups and go to jobs which suffocates the soul, just so we could pay the bills?

Are we not the ones who started competing with the Jones’, who started living in debt, thereby ensuring that we shackle ourselves to the ground, excusing ourselves from showing the fuck up for ourselves, our people, our purpose?

I put it to you my friend that it’s time we stop criticising, judging, finding fault with the younger generation when quite frankly we’ve really fucked up the planet for them.

Us and our insatiable hunger to consume more shit.  More commodities.  More toys.  More technology.

Instead of creating.

Let’s take ownership!

Let’s take responsibility!

We’ve stopped taking risks, stopped inventing, stopped creating because heaven forbid we should create what is inside of us and get slammed on Facebook by some faceless dick who don’t think what we’ve done is good enough.

That it’s not perfect.

The dick who quite frankly is doing nothing with his life but surf the internet looking to find fault in the efforts of others.

The bitch who calls you dark because you curse when in fact her venomous energy seeps over the globe suffocating artists, those who dare give expression to their true depth of emotion.

Fuck

The

Bitches

Of

Perfection!

If you are an artist, a creative, an achiever, YOU HAVE TO FUCKING CREATE!

You don’t have a choice.

Not creating means death.

And creations means experimentations.

It means adjusting, evolving, growing, changing as you go along so that there is constant and never-ending improvement.

But there’s never perfection!

If you’re an entrepreneur, or if there is a spark inside of you, an idea which is dying to come out, then you have to grow the brass ovaries to start where you’re at!

You have to simply trust and believe that there are people out there who needs what only YOU can provide, in a way that only YOU can do it.

With where you’re at and with what you have available.

And Yes, that means that as you grow and evolve and improve, your clients will change.

Your old level clients will move on to the next brave person who is just starting out, and you will attract the new level that you will now serve powerfully.

It is called evolution!

It is called living a life of thrive!

I meet way too many people who tried something once and then gave up because they didn’t get it right immediately.

People with some epic gifts to share with the world, holding back, because they don’t have the glamour shots yet, the million dollar website, the business cards, the massive mailing list.

Stop fucking yourself over!

Nobody really gives a shit.

They want YOU.

They want your story.  Your voice.  Your passion.  Your learning.

They don’t really care if your YouTube channel is not perfect.

They don’t really care if you accidentally fart in your headstand.

In fact I can bet you anything that they will connect with you BECAUSE OF YOUR IMPERFECTION.

OMT I am so tired of the photoshopped barbie dolls.

I am so tired of those who choose to spend their precious time on bullshit, on keeping the culture of mediocrity through the illusion of perfection.

Do you want to know what I crave?

I crave people who are real.

People who strive for excellence in everything that they do and that means from wherever they are in their journey.

I know a year from now I will look back at my videos and laugh my ass off.  Hardly believing how uncomfortable, stiff and ridiculous I looked.

Yet I will leave those up for all to see.

I believe my journey is here to be shared.

I teach through my life.

My story.

My struggles.

My victories.

That means that only showing you the polished parts is selfish and inconsiderate and I won’t stand for it.

I will show you that with determination and dedication, daily practice, consistency, passion YOU WILL ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS.

But you have to start.

Right now.

With where you’re at.

With what you have.

You are ready to serve.

You have everything you need inside of you.

Drop the bullshit.

Own the fact that if you’re not actively working on your dreams you’re just afraid.

Own the fear.

Name the fear.

Face the fear.

Then do it!

You know you want to.

You know you want to look your fear in the eye and oh so slowly, oh so lady like, oh so delectably, curl those luscious lips into a smile and salute her with your middle finger.

Today.

For death is inevitable.

Thriving is a powerful choice.

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  Are you ready to drop the bullshit Darling?  Are you ready to step up, show up and create the art that is bursting to come to life.  Whether your art is photography, painting, writing, speaking, fighting for a cause, bringing change to the world, leading others to step up, baking, shampoo, running a marathon, it doesn’t matter what form it takes.  Your purpose is your art.

There’s various ways in which I can support you at this time to face your fears and rise to thrive.  From my epic group program FLOW which is in full swing and offers you not only the birth of your next level in business and life, but additional input from fellow entrepreneurs in a powerful mastermind, to Private Coaching with me kicking your luscious ass to achieving your biggest, juiciest, inspirational goals, to online programs to challenge body and mind.

Get on a call with me and let’s see what is the best for you at this time from where you’re at and with what you have.

 

 

 

 

You keep telling yourself that Sunshine

Yoga has been an interesting journey for me.

A true gift.

It’s been a journey of learning to bend not break.

A journey of getting out of my ego and into my heart.

A journey of changing my story.

A reconnection with silence without the need of creating immense amounts of pain to drown out the screaming voices in my head.

Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy pain.  I thrill in the fire I create in my muscles, my lungs, my arteries, when I push my body to her limits and beyond just for the hell of it.  For the accomplishment.  For the power.

I’m a little nuts that way.

The main difference is that now I do it out of choice rather than desperation.

It’s part of my story.

And I fucking love stories.

We all do by the way.

We live by our stories.

We create our lives by our stories.

We experience our relationships by our stories.

And we seem to have a thing for drama.

It appears to be our natural default.

Gay Hendricks refers to it as our Upper Limit – that place where we get to and we think we can’t possibly handle so much joy, so we fuck up just so we can feel safe in our misery.

Oh My Thor, I used to be completely addicted to the drama.

To the misery.

I conducted an orchestra of violins to cry into the night, drowning out the cacophony of  horny cats under the full moon.

I told my story of depression to the woman in the mirror at every opportunity.

I told her that the dick was right – she was useless.  Worthless.  A complete and utter failure.

I told her that the bastard was right – that men had no respect for her intellect, her value, and would only ever see her as a sexual object to be used and discarded.

I told her that the world hated her.

Hated her body.

That she should eat another ten brownies because the twenty kilo’s of fat wasn’t enough to rid her of the emptiness inside.

Fuck, I crushed her spirit.

I ripped her apart.

I put that bitch down into the ground and personally shovelled the dirt on her coffin.

I was the narrator of my own spiritual suicide.

Until I caught a glimpse of the hollowness that used to be me.

The vacant expression.

The pasty complexion.

And it broke my fucking heart wide open.

It unleashed within me a sorrow that tore out my throat, dragged me to the floor and had me sob hysterically.

This was my turning point.

You see Darling, I’ve discovered that our lives are nothing more than a reflection of the stories we tell ourselves.

You can call them beliefs.

You can call them reality.

You can call them whatever the hell you like.

But whatever the voice in your head has playing on repeat is what ultimately creates your results.

It makes you feel – whether that feeling is elated or deflated, expansive or restricted.

Your feelings impacts your vibe – and your vibe attracts the people, events, things that is on a complimentary vibration.

Your vibe impacts your actions and the energy that drives your actions.

You vibing low Sweetheart?  You’ll probably sit on your ass a lot!  In front of the TV.  In front of your laptop.  In front of your iPhone.

You vibing high, your body demands movement!  Walking, running, biking, writing the copy that attracts your clients, making the calls to bring in the money, having the conversations that changes lives, making passionate love that leaves your lover spent and satisfied in your arms.

Your actions equals your results.  If you’re constantly sitting your body will show it.  Your sex drive will show it.  Your money will show it.

If on the other hand you’re moving that sexy derriere like Beyonce – well, do I really need to say more?

But it all starts with that little voice in your head.

The one that you hear even whilst you’re sleeping.

She can be your greatest ally, or she can be fucking you over.

You get to decide.

Because you’re the one feeding her.

Oh, don’t tell me that you can’t turn her off.

Of course you can!

You can find a voice that drowns that whiney bitch out and that has your blood pumping through your veins with renewed vigour.

You can use your larynx and you can start talking out loud, real loud, sing if you have to, scream if you have to, saying the shit that lights you up!

The affirmations.

The mantras.

The manifestos.

Until the voice in your head starts singing a different tune.

Until you can look back at your past with compassion and say “Fuuuuuuck, that was a silly story to tell myself.  But shit, that was powerful learning.”

Get the learning of the stories that don’t serve your happiness.

The learning of the stories that don’t give you the iconic results.

Ultimately it’s all about the learning.

Not the judging.

Not perfection.

And yes, some of us have chosen to write some horrors that impress Stephen King himself.

Some of us have written dramas that has Shakespear sitting up in anticipation of the next twist in the plot.

It’s all good Darling.

No matter where you’re today.

Maybe you’re still sitting in the Titanic watching that iceberg approaching.  Legs trembling.  Caught in the headlights.

Maybe you’re in the water listening to the desperate screams of your fellow travellers drowning.

Maybe you’re feeling the cold seeping into your bones and the pull of death gripping your feet.

You can still choose to change the story.

Right now.

In this very moment.

You’re THAT fucking powerful!

It all starts with a choice.

Yes, the results take some time to become visible in your physical reality.  Be patient.  Be determined.  Be relentless.

After all, magic is not instantaneous.

You wouldn’t want it that easy anyway.

You’re a goddamn warrior.

You wanted the fight.

You wanted to bleed.

YOU WANTED TO GET KNOCKED DOWN TO THE FLOOR SO YOU COULD FIND YOUR TRUTH AND RISE!

So find your truth and rise!

It starts with changing your narration.

It starts with taking an honest look at yourself in the mirror and choosing to wake up.

To question.

To think for yourself.

To believe in yourself.

To thrive!

Death is inevitable.

Thriving, a choice.

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  When caught up in the pace of everyday life, it’s challenging to find the space and objectivity to question our stories and to get a different perspective.  In fact, most of the times we are so convinced that our story is absolute truth, so determined to save our fragile egos and not be proven wrong, that we go through our entire lives recreating the same pattern, unaware of the range of genres available to us.

This is one of the many gifts of coaching.

An outside perspective, a keen listener, who can reflect to you the story you’ve got on rerun in your head and connect the dots to the results in your life.

I’ve been told by many a client that one of my most powerful gifts I bring to them is truth.

I reflect it the way I see it.  Without trying to downplay it.  Without trying to wrap it in cotton wool and pass it off for warm and fluffy.

If it’s bullshit that’s holding you back, I will take off your rose coloured specs so you can see what I see.

If it’s someone else’s story that you’ve taken as your own, tripping you up, sabotaging your joy, I will shine the light on that for you as well.

And if it’s a powerful voice that you need to hear in your head to drown out the drama queen, well I will be that voice for you too.

If you’re ready to change your results, to change the movie that is your life, casting you as the heroine, book your free coaching consult today and I will switch on the spotlights for your stage.

 

Don’t confuse the traveller with the journey

I woke up this morning uneasy.

Out of sorts.

A little upset.

It was one of those dreams that felt so real you have a hard time making the transition between sleep and wakefulness.

This has been coming for a while now.

I’ve had this repetitive thought of ‘don’t define yourself by the journey Anel’

I was unclear of what it meant or why I kept thinking it.

Irritating.

Then yesterday, driving home from my forest yoga, I saw some triathletes training.  Some slung low over their tribars on their bikes, others swimming in the lake.

There was a sharp intake of longing.

Of remembering a time when that was me.

Out training for hours.

Loving the pain.

The focus.

The stamina.

I’m salivating just thinking about it.

It’s been two years since I’ve hung up my IronMan shoes and chose to honour my body with more restorative training and yoga after numerous injuries from overuse and let’s be honest, age.

And during those two years I’ve felt my identity as an IronMan slowly slip away from me.

Which left me feeling a tad hollow.

Uncertain of who this now leaves me with.

Who is Anel anyway?

Without all the pretty labels that I’ve gathered in my box of illusions over the past 45 years.

We are often told that our bad experiences don’t define us.

That we are more than our failures.

Yet we’re hardly every taught that we are also not defined by our good experiences.

That we are more than our successes.

We are, after all, travellers!

Here on an epic journey from birth to death.

With some hair raising fucking adventures in-between.

We experience great joy and debilitating sorrow.

We go through experiences that has us high fiving strangers in elevators and drowning our defeats in whiskey.

We have times when we are so clear and certain of what our life purpose is that we feel invincible.

And then there are the times when we just don’t fucking know anymore.  What to do.  What to say.  Who to be.  Which mask to slide over our raw expressions just so we can get through the godforsaken day.

And all the time we collect labels like a helpless addict in a desperate attempt of finding an identity that makes us feel good.

I am a child.

I am a student.

I am a friend.

I am an adult (okay, some of us never adult).

I am a wife.

I am a mother.

I am depressed.

I am anxious.

I am a badass.

I am a complete and utter failure.

I am a rape survivor.

I am a CEO.

I am a coach.

I am a cyclist.

I am a paraplegic.

I am a victim.

The list is endless.

Yet nothing, no experience, no role, whether good or bad, empowering or humbling, can truly define us!

It is only when we remember this, that we are not our experiences, we are not the landscape we currently find ourselves on, that we can truly return to the knowing of who we are.

We are ultimately powerful souls here to have an experience.

A god-spark.

A co-creator of everything that we see around us.

And yes, sometimes even that knowledge can feel like shit.

When we don’t particularly like what we see.

We want to say “Piss off Anel!  I’m not responsible for this.  It’s my husband’s fault.  It’s my children’s fault.  It’s the economy.  It’s the politics.  Yada yada yada.”

Sometimes the journey is trying and it’s easier to play the victim.  And sometimes claiming the identity of the victor is even more detrimental because life is circular, flowing, seasonal.  What goes up will come down again.

Where does this leave us?

Speaking only for myself, it left me waking up this morning renouncing all of my ‘labels’.

I am no longer an IronMan athlete,  I have done three amazing IronMan events.

I am no longer a coach instead I have the privilege of coaching some of the most inspirational people on the earth.

I am no longer a mother, yet I am humbled to guide two amazing young men on their life journey into stepping into their purpose.

Redefining myself as the traveller, as the soul choosing learning and creating the most wonderful opportunities for growth, feels expansive!  It feels scary as fuck.  It also feels as liberating as can be.

On the flip side

That also means I can no longer define others according to THEIR journeys!

Judgement based on circumstances goes out the window.

Challenging!

After all, who doesn’t love to judge?

And we all do.

It’s human nature.

And it does serve a purpose, up to a point.  I think we’ve just lost the plot a little and as you know, too much of anything is a bad thing.

So I’m just going to focus on awareness from moment to moment knowing that until this is my new normal, I’m going to fail again and again and revert to my judgemental bitch, judging both myself and others.  With the assistance of my coach, I will check in with myself and my thoughts and question them on a continuous basis.  To understand the impact they have on my actions and my outcomes.  My tone of voice in my interactions.

Are you ready to do the same Darling?

Are you ready to open yourself up to some introspection?  Of understanding how you have labelled yourself, the masks you have lined up by the front door to ensure you always have the right one in place when venturing into the big bad world?  Are you ready to rephrase your identity and to investigate the emotions that come up in the process, and truly feeling into them, honouring them, having compassion with them?

This is a quantum leap to freedom.

To your next level self.

It opens up the realm of possibility to endless.

This is the doorway to thrive!

For death is inevitable.

Thriving is one helluva courageous choice.

With love always,

Anel

PS:  The true power of life coaching lies not in the learning of new tools.  It’s not in the achievement of your most incredible goals although that is a bonus outcome. Instead, the true power lies in introspection.  In creating deep awareness of your patterns, your thoughts, your belief systems which is running the show.  It takes guts for this journey.  And in all honesty, not everyone is coachable.  Some people simply never find the courage to be vulnerable  and open to exploring new ways of thinking.

But I know that you are.

I know that you are one of the warriors here to create iconic results and live a life of impact, joy and freedom.

I also know that if you’re in my space, you’ve got what it takes to receive a deep level of truth.

It does take a leap of faith.

Especially making the first contact.

When you raise your hand and say “yes, I’m ready!”

Which is why most wait way too long to get started.

Are you ready to get started Love?

Are you ready to create a new level of amazing in your life?

Of joy?

Of freedom?

Of success?

Then I invite you to book your free consult and let’s see if this journey is ours for the taking.