If you’re done with your bullshit, let’s get started.

Are you quite done yet?

Have you had enough of your own excuses as to why you can’t go for it?

All of it?

Are you bored with the reflection of your ‘reality’ indicating a mind, weak like a newborn?

Are you fed up with the bitter taste of mediocrity that continuously washes up from your soul –



nauseating phlegm,

thick and distasteful,

that you’ve been swallowing down.

Because you’re scared.

And instead of just admitting to your fear,

naming and claiming those bitches in your head,

you’re talking a big game all over the place.

Thinking others will admire you if you keep saying what you’re going to do.

The good news for you is that all those other lazy fuckers who have no intention of every leaving behind a legacy,

will applaud you and make you feel like a rock star.

The bad news for you is that all those focused on creating something epic for themselves, for the world,

have stopped paying attention to you a long time ago.

They’ve learned that actions speak louder than words.

You’re either talking a big game,

or playing it.

Which will it be.

If you want to continue excusing yourself, if you want to cling to your limiting beliefs like a toddler to her safety blanket,

if you want to keep sucking the teat of a system that has you transfixed with codependency,

if you want to go to sleep drunk at night because you KNOW you’re pissing away your potential thrive,

if you want to rest your plate on your belly because you KNOW your heart is empty so you fill your body to the point of explosion,

please unfollow me right now.

I don’t have time to blow smoke up your arse so you can feel better about the pathetic attempts to change in the past.

This is the time to draw a motherfucking line in the sand

and either step over

or sit your arse DOWN!

Today is THAT day.

So if you’re ready,

and committed,

to take your life to a level previously unimagined,

then welcome my friend.

We have some work to do.

First off – you have to figure out what the fuck you TRULY DESIRE.

I’m not talking about wishes, bucket lists and New Years resolutions.

I’m talking the desires that you will DIE for – literally.

It’s about time we stop talking down to obsession and say that ‘Death before DNF’ is simply a joke.

Not in my world.

I lost my fear of death the day I chose to thrive.

Secondly, get some skin in the game, invest in your goal and sign up with a COACH.

No this is not a sales pitch.

If that thought even crossed your mind I won’t work with you anyway.

I say it because I BELIEVE in coaching.

When I commit to a goal, I’m not that egotistical bitch who thinks I can do it all on my own.

Of course I can.

But I don’t have the patience to do it at the pace of a drunken slug.

Coaching gets me there FASTER.

It gives me access to the expertise, to the eagle-view, to the unbiased feedback from someone I trust.

Next you have to IDENTIFY THOSE FEARS that have kept you holding back in the past.

Admitting your fears is NOT a weakness.

It’s one of the most courageous acts of personal development.

If you’re next-level badass, you will IDENTIFY THE SECONDARY GAINS you’ve received in the past from being a little bitch.

YES Sunshine, you GAIN from being a lazy, overweight, addicted, average, stuck, frustrated, victimised, drama queen.

People love you when you’re weak because it makes them feel strong even when their balls dropped and rolled away long time ago.

People give you attention when you’re struggling which alleviates the excruciating pain of loneliness you feel all the time.

People listen to you when you bitch and moan and tell your drama with all the passion of an Oscar winner and you love the attention.

Unless you admit this to yourself, you will continue the self-sabotage so that you can feel ‘special‘.

You have to start INVESTIGATING ALL THOSE BELIEFS that have convinced you that you’re doing your best in the past.

The shit your parents told you, reinforced by the teachers and ordained by the priests.

The truths that you insist is universal even when others tell you it’s not.

You have to start THINKING for yourself and CHOOSE the beliefs that EMPOWER you.

If it takes you away from your desired outcome,

fucking burn that shit.

Release it.

Replace it with something that has you stepping up even higher and taking the action you’ve not taken before.

You have to identify the EMOTIONS you think you will gain from your success.


And here’s the magic ingredient you’ve been missing –

you have to choose those feelings NOW.

“OMG Anel, how the hell am I supposed to feel safe and rich when I have no money in my bank account?  It’s impossible!”

Well Sugar,

I didn’t say it was going to be easy.

For one thing, you’ve let your mind go.

It’s as underdeveloped as an 80-year old couch potato’s arse who’s never trained a day in her life.

You simply have to keep showing up for yourself every single day.

You simply have to choose to feel safe and rich every time you become aware of your thoughts and it’s going south.

It’s hard because you haven’t been doing it.


are you going to fucking do it until you get the results,

or are you going to moan about how hard it is all the time?

Because you’re wasting time and energy on bullshit.

You have to IDENTIFY THE INTERFERENCES AND DISTRACTIONS that’s standing between you and success.

How we do this is by creating an avatar of your successful self and then identify everything that’s out of place,

and then get rid of it.

Replace it with the new energy, objects, words, actions

of your already successful badass motherfucker self.


Not all your boring overwhelming ineffective plans and mile long to-do lists.

Success happens in your mind first.

And it happens NOW.

Not in the new year.

Not next month.


If you’re bored with your own bullshit and seriously committed to doing the work that will get you from where you are to where you’ve secretly wanted to be but fear has had you pussy-footing around, let’s connect.

Only death is inevitable.

Thriving truly is the choice of the brave.

With deep love and appreciation,

your friendly neighbourhood bitch,