Holy Mother Fucking Peanut Butter Chilli Swirl!
Why oh why are we hiding?
When did we become so fucking scared of the little people?
The ordinary people?
The average people?
When did the lion become so fucking terrified of the sheep?
Because somewhere along the line we have.
You and I.
The 1% within the 1% within the fucking 1%.
Somewhere along the line we were beaten into submission.
We put on that sheep onesy and we zipped that bitch up so high under our chins that we could hardly fucking breath.
We tried to fit in.
We swallowed our passion and our truth and we tried to bleat like sheep.
We drowned the pain with pizza and ice-cream and booze and our lean muscle got overwhelmed by sheep fat.
We tried and we tried and we fucking died!
And here’s the real truth – the sheep know we’re not like them.
We smell different and it confuses the hell out of them.
It terrifies them.
Our pitch is off.
We don’t walk right.
They can’t figure it out but they are so uncomfortable that they start crowding in on us. They start pressing thousands of bodies together, their bleating screams tear through our minds and through the pure weight of their numbers they are suffocating the lions. Making them gasp for air. Making them crumble to the floor.
And then they keep walking over the lions and they feed on the grass that grows over their decaying bodies.
When will you get it?
YOU ARE A FUCKING LION!
You were born for more.
You were born to be a change catalyst.
You were born to remind your pride that there is another way.
A more powerful way.
A more fulfilling way.
STOP WASTING YOUR TIME WITH THE FUCKING SHEEP!
They will never get you. They will never understand your passion. Your passion scares the shit out of them.
Yes I get it.
There will always be more sheep than lions. That’s because their survival depends on pure numbers. Look at nature and see the truth in this.
The sheep will never want to be lions. They will never have our ambition, our creative explosions of passion.
Let them be.
Sheep are not herded by lions. They are herded by sheepdogs.
Are you a dog?
Do you feel like a dog?
I think not.
You have so much power coursing through your veins that you wake up in the morning and you feel like you’re going to explode if you don’t have an outlet for the creative art that is pushing up inside of you.
Just because you are different from the masses does not mean you are wrong!
Your ambitions matter and they are not wrong.
Your passions matter and they are not wrong.
Your dreams matter and they are not wrong.
Yes, the small minded people will never think it’s possible. So stop sharing your big ideas with people who simply cannot think on that level. Stop setting them up for failure. Stop setting yourself up for failure by sharing your dreams with the wrong people and then feeling deflated by their response.
Today is the day where you can take off that ridiculous onesy and you can reveal your true colours.
There will never be a better day than today.
Will it be scary as fuck?
You bet your sweet ass.
Will the sheep be horrified and try to beat you back into the false wool lying in a pool around your feet?
You bet your sweet ass they will.
Will there be blood and will there be pain?
Chances are good there will.
This is where choices need to be made Darling.
Will you continue to swallow the pill of mediocrity and feel bloated with average? Will you continue to feel like a freak hanging with the masses? Will you continue to bury your soul with ‘normal’ activities which quite honestly bore the shit out of you? Will you continue to go to bed at night filled with shame because you know that today you didn’t even live 10% of your true capabilities?
If that’s your choice I understand.
Sometimes we choose the devil we know rather than the devil we don’t.
But at what price?
Do you really want to take your last breath and think “What a fucking waste of a life? What a fucking waste of potential? What a fucking waste of my true magnificence?”
I choose to go to bed at night collapsing in a heap of pure exhaustion knowing that I didn’t leave an inch of myself in yesterday.
I choose to fill my days with my art and my passion and my message.
I choose to fuel my body and train my body to drip with sweat so that she can relentlessly move forward to my next big goal, my next big dream, my next level magnificence.
I desire to fucking roar so load that the sheep shit themselves and run for the fucking hills so my soul pride can see me and join me and we can strut across the planes and breathe in the magic and we can thrive!
We matter Darling.
Stop feeling like a fraud. Stop feeling like a freak of nature. You’re not. You’re beautiful. You’re inspirational. You’re so powerful.
And it’s safe to be YOU.
The real you.
All of you.
But you have to stop pretending to be what you’re not so that your true people can recognise you. That’s when you will truly feel understood. You will feel supported. You will feel like you belong. You will feel like you can finally breathe!
Don’t you want to breathe again?
It’s a choice.
It’s not an easy choice.
Which is why so few people make it.
Personally I’ve come to the point where I would rather be an outcast and feel proud of the woman in the mirror than to be accepted and not being able to make eye contact with myself.
I’ve had my soul in coffin. I remember what that feels like. I remember her clawing and screaming and crying within me. I remember how many drugs I had to take to numb the pain – the alcohol, the food, the pills.
I remember and I choose never to go back there.
I am Anel – hear me ROAR!
What do you choose?
Because death is coming soon enough – why would you choose to walk around like a zombie when instead you can choose to thrive?
With love and passion,
PS: I”m here for you. Always. If you’re ready to rip that onesy off and own yourself then it’s time to Kick-start your next level thrive. You know I won’t Molly-coddle you. You know I won’t treat you like a sheep. You know I will settle for nothing less than your true, powerful, outrageously magnificent self. Let’s play.