I can’t help but grin.
Seeing the post on Facebook of my delectable parents doing another Park Run – both of them having exceeded the 50 mark and still going strong.
Well, secretly I’m smiling like the cat who just ate the canary but don’t tell them.
Because these are two of my toughest customers to date.
You see my friend, it was not too long ago that my mom stated that I must have been swopped in the hospital straight after birth.
Or maybe I just lost my marbles.
For how could I possibly be her child?
She’s not athletic.
She can’t run.
She doesn’t believe in exercise.
She’s too old.
She’s too set in her ways.
She doesn’t have time.
Which of course we can top off with more of the same bullshit from my darling Daddy.
So how on earth can they have a daughter who trains seven days a week and have completed multiple IronMan events?
It simply doesn’t add up.
So I preached!
I would go on and on about how training brings me joy. The more I train the more energy I have the more I get done. The more I train the more time I make for myself the more time I have for everything else. The more I train the more I am myself. The more I train the more sane I feel.
But eventually the preaching became stale and boring and quite frankly, it took way too much of my energy.
So I shrugged my shoulders, stopped explaining and just trained.
I trained, I completed, I thrived.
And then, out of the blue, something changed.
Somewhere along the line something apparently seeped through.
Because one day I was being called nuts, the next my mom started her day with a brisk walk.
After a while she started dragging the grumpy old man along – which must have inspired her to walk even faster to get away from his bitching and moaning.
Next thing I knew, we were all doing an official trail run in Joburg.
One race became a series.
It was phenomenal!
Not only because I finally got to share that which brings me great joy with my parents, but they inspired my entire household to join in the fun.
And I have to tell you, I’m so incredibly proud of these two people.
I recall one specific race which turned out to be almost double the distance they said it was. It also happened to be a blistering day and halfway through my mom started taking strain. At one stage we thought she was going to collapse. So I ran to the finish to fetch a medic only to get back to her and seeing my stubborn self in action.
It was a thing of beauty.
There she stood, feet firmly planted, proud chin pushed out, holding the men at arms distance refusing to get onto the four-wheeler. She politely thanked the helper and sent him on his merry way.
By hook or by crook, she was going to get to the finish line on her own two legs.
Fuck – my heart almost burst with love, admiration and pride!
So you can understand my concern when we moved to New Zealand that my parents would stop running without the motivation of their grandchildren.
But nope – they are going strong, kicking ass, and my mom is even getting top ranks in her age category.
See Darling, at some stage we have to stop talking so much and just start living.
We have to start focusing on our lives, our joy, our beliefs, ourselves, and when we give ourselves permission to go for our dreams, to be happy and to love ourselves unconditionally it WILL inspire those who truly desire change to do the same.
We have to stop expending our energy on justifying our choices to others and use our energy to continue going higher in our own lives.
People will either get it and join in the adventure, or not.
It’s not up to you.
Your only job is YOU.
Which is why I’m on such a dedicated path of healing myself, loving myself, speaking my truth.
I share the journey with you not because I’m saying that everyone must agree with me.
Not because I’m saying everyone must do what I do.
But because I’m determined to live my life in a way that feels fun-fucking-tastic to ME!
And if that inspires others to give themselves permission to do whatever the hell feels amazing to them – bonus!
I’ve found that those who continuously seek to be inspired by words only talk.
Which kinda makes sense if you think about it.
But those who are inspired by action do!
Isn’t it time that we all start talking a little less and living a little more? And by living I do mean moving – you know, body in motion!
What would you do differently if you stopped justifying yourself to others?
How would you live your life if you stopped worrying about what others think about you?
What would YOUR thrive look like, feel like?
Isn’t is about bloody time you give yourself permission to find out?
For death is inevitable. Thriving is a choice.
With love eternal,
PS: Mom and Dad, you guys fucking ROCK! I am so incredibly proud of you every single day. Thank you for the blessing of you in my life every day.
PPS: Ready for another type of adventure? How about in your business? FLOW is starting October 2nd where I walk beside you as we do life and business the way the Universe designed it – by flowing through the energy centres of the chakras. This is going to be one epic journey where we use your chakras, your internal wisdom, your body, your soul to get you into FLOW and doing it all in a way that makes you fucking smile like the cat who drank a bowl of cream! I guess all you need to decide is whether or not you’re ready to believe in yourself, your inner knowing, and to stop ticking everyone else’s boxes. Life is not linear. Business isn’t linear. It has a life force which when in FLOW, flourishes. Check out the details here and let’s get you into FLOW Darling.