Let’s shift gears today.
I had a ‘human’ moment yesterday and I have to say,
it wasn’t pretty.
It ended at the bottom of a huge strawberry milkshake.
What’s sad, is that I refer to my ‘human moments’ as those when I’m out of alignment with my truth.
When I look like the masses.
When I tell the same stories as the average population.
These moments are so infrequent that when it hits me I’m dazed and confused for a while.
The rest of the time,
when I’m in flow,
I’m called alien.
All I know is that around lunchtime, I felt unhappy.
For no apparent reason.
So my ego, ever in service to my sanity, started making them up.
I started telling myself stories about how hard I am working on a public holiday (I didn’t even know it was a public holiday until it was pointed out to me halfway through the morning),
about how tired I should be,
about how everyone else is outside doing god knows what
whilst I’m sitting behind my Mac creating an EPIC new course for you.
I got into my car, literally stomping my foot like a petulant toddler,
reversing out of my garage
raging against the Universe.
Declaring that I’m not going to do another stitch of work today.
I’m going to be like everyone else and go to McDonalds ( I KNOW I KNOW!!!)
Sitting in the insanely long queue,
I proudly ordered a large milkshake,
came back home,
switched on Netflix,
and started sucking on that straw watching I don’t even know what.
I was sooooo bored 15 minutes into the movie who’s name I can’t recall.
I spotted Chrissie sitting by my feet.
I figured I would rather take her for a walk than have to pretend interest a moment longer.
Ten minutes into the walk,
my body started dancing.
So much joy flowing through my limbs, moving like an octopus.
Sometimes I wonder what my poor neighbours think when they see me in my own little bubble.
Driven by curiosity I immediately pulled out my journal upon arriving back home:
What did this weird human-day mean????
Turns out that yesterday was just a gentle reminder from the Universe
that I am the creator of my own life experience.
I get to choose how I view everything.
I get to choose what stories I tell myself.
I get to choose how I feel.
I get to choose…
In my middle-class upbringing I was told that life is all about pain, suffering, codependency (they called it love, belonging and connection), martyrdom, enslavement,
so that we will be rewarded in the after life.
Apparently the more we can endure whilst breathing,
the happier we will be when we’re floating.
I’m starting to suspect this is simply a way to keep people from actually getting their shit together,
upgrading their life experience whilst they are
More and more I find that misery loves company,
and if the middle-class doesn’t have something to complain about,
there’s no conversation to be had.
Again, I am only sharing my personal experience.
When I decided to leave behind the middle-class mentality,
my friends evaporated,
majority of my family left,
because we had nothing left in common.
I can’t be fucked listening to people bitching about work and bills and the economy and politics.
I can’t be bothered pretending to believe that I will be rewarded in heaven for scraping by on earth.
If those are your beliefs and your convictions,
I respect your choice,
but I have no desire to walk the road paved with bemoaning.
Why am I in a state of thrive 99% of the time?
I GET to create another incredible life-transforming course for you.
I GET to train insane in my gym or on my bike.
I GET to write this blog every day.
I GET to walk my dog on a semi-private beach.
I GET to cook amazingly delicious foods for myself and my loved ones.
I GET to connect with thousands of people across the globe every day via social media.
I GET to continuously feed my mind with fabulous books and new learning.
I GET to pay my blessings received on time every month.
I GET to pay my taxes for living in this spectacularly beautiful country.
I GET to kick ass with driven clients who are on a mission to become their next best selves.
I GET to mentor some transformational next-generation coaches.
I GET TO LIVE AND BREATHE AND CREATE AND CONNECT AND LEARN AND EXPERIENCE AND DREAM AND MANIFEST!
This IS the pot of thrive Darling.
And it is available to us right now!
How on earth can we continue to believe that we have to suffer for joy?
How can we continue to believe that living in a state of deprivation creates abundance in the world?
How can we continue to think that sacrificing our true selves, our love of self, can possibly create a loving home for others?
How can we continue to say that pressing pause on our dreams, the vision that was given to us by SOUL, the one that has us shake with excitement, is in service to our children?
HOW DARE WE BELIEVE THAT WE DON’T HAVE WHAT THE FUCK IT TAKES TO THRIVE?
That we have to slow down.
That we have to walk away from increased vibration and anticipation.
That we have to sit in therapy for years to heal the past,
without looking to the future,
even though the past is only relevant when you think about it in the now.
Do you honestly think that you will be able to see something in your future that you can’t handle????
For the love of popsicles Darling
think for yourself!!
Today I invite some new perspective.
everything is a choice.
If you’re happy in your suffering,
keep regurgitating those old stories.
However, if you desire to turn it around for yourself,
I invite you to list out EVERYTHING you habitually bitch about,
WRITE IT DOWN IN GRATITUDE.
“I am so happy and grateful that I get to wake in the morning.
I am so happy and grateful that I get to pay rent for my home which keeps me safe from the elements.
I am so happy and grateful that I get to work today.
I am so happy and grateful that I get to pay for my blessings received (you might call them bills).
I am so happy and grateful that I get to move my body.
I am so happy and grateful that I get to watch the sun rise.
I am so happy and grateful that I get to converse with others today.
I am so happy and grateful that Anel took the time to write another silly blog that doesn’t follow the ‘professional dictated format’ ;-)”
Put on some crazy tunes, shake your ass in wild abandon and then FEEL how your temperature rises,
your heartbeat elevates,
your breath deepens,
and KNOW THAT YOU ARE ALIVE!
Welcome to my ‘normal’ state.
Only death is inevitable.
Thriving is always the choice of the crazy motherfuckers who dance when others walk.
I love you,
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In all honesty, I don’t work with just anyone.
I work those who are serious about success.
The ones who are prepared to do whatever it takes.
I’m unfiltered, passionate and I don’t pull my punches.
If you’re a little fragile, if you prefer a soft touch, I’m probably not for you.
And I know that for you to TRULY become confident, showing up in your power, takes attention.
Which is why this program is limited to a very small number of hand-picked apprentices.
The application process is rigorous.
It will take courage.
You will feel out of your depth.
You will feel uncomfortable.
Which is the first hurdle.
I want you to show me that you WANT this with a burning desire that won’t back down when others falter.
I want you to show me that you’re going to DO whatever it takes to become that leader worthy of raving fans.
And once you’ve demonstrated this level of commitment,
You will enter the program KNOWING that my commitment to your success is absolute.
If this is speaking to your SOUL,
If you know this IS what you’ve been waiting for,
Message me for the details so we can get you started with your application Darling.