As my feet hit the gravel,
I ponder the question asked this morning:
Why do I think more men are sending me connection requests than women?
And yes, I’m declining most as I’m on a mission to instigate a thrive evolution for Alpha Females, but don’t ever think that I don’t energetically accept and connect.
I suspect it’s because right now,
men in my sphere are waking up to the fact that the world has more than enough stable-hands, more than enough foot-soldiers, more than enough knights in shining armour,
but what there’s a desperate shortage of,
These men are hungry to rise in the morning with passion and purpose.
Hungry to raise the standards to a level of excellence that astounds.
Hungry to create that which has not been created before and then proudly showing it off to those who appreciate the unique.
Hungry to roar their presence as the first rays of the sun kisses the ocean and the lips of their lover.
Hungry to show their support for the queens who are their equals and who, like them, are dedicated to a purpose greater than themselves.
Women who fight alongside on the battlefield against mediocrity.
Women willing to sing their song of love,
bringing to them people who believe in abundance and growth and thrive.
Now having said that,
clearly this piece is NOT for the woman who chooses to be a slave-girl.
It’s NOT for the woman who chooses to be a princess,
pretending to slumber in the tower whilst impatiently waiting for her knight in shining armour to save her and whisk her away to lala-land.
I respect and appreciate those choices in women,
and if that is what brings you satsifaction I say go for it!
This piece is for the Alpha Females who came here to be QUEENS!
Those who know that there’s a greater purpose for them,
there’s a wisdom residing within them that is required by humanity at this time to evolve to the next level,
there’s a passion inside of them that will simply not be doused by soothing words of how it’s okay to be weak, it’s okay to sleep, it’s okay to divorce your body and only focus on your mind.
It’s time for you to take your rightful place in this world and
I’m so sick and tired of people saying you should be authentic by showing parts of yourself that does not fucking exist.
I’m so sick and tired of people telling me I should show weakness so that I can be more relatable.
Relatable to who???
Weakness does not exist in my realm.
I put a t-spoon of cement in my espresso and I choose to HTFU.
I grow and like the snake, I have to break open my skin to emerge into my next level.
I break down.
I break through.
I recall a gruelling ride out with the guys.
As we were heading up another hill, we passed a couple with the man pushing the woman on the base of her back. This is a usual occurence so nothing strange there.
But on this occasion I paused and asked:
“How come you guys never help me up the climbs?”
After a moment of pondered silence the reply didn’t surprise me – “You’re not the type of woman who needs help up a hill. You don’t come across as weak. You’re strong enough to get there yourself and we respect that.”
Yes sometimes I would crawl to the top behind everyone else.
Yes I would curse under my breath as they would take off the moment I arrived,
them fully rested,
me breathing out my arse.
Yes I puked into my mouth and swallowed rather than let them see how much I hurt.
Yes I choose it still.
I don’t see pain as weakness.
I don’t see tears as weakness.
I don’t see raging agaist God as weakness.
Weakness is a lie people started spreading around to make the masses believe they don’t have what it takes to live an extraordinary life.
The idea that we now all have to walk around saying “Oh woe is me, I can’t do this, I’m too weak, somebody please save me” as if that makes you more alluring to a KING of a man is nauseauting to the extreme.
Those men who wants the thrill of the chase – not kings. Kings understand that a queen is not prey and sure as fuck don’t have time for these childish games.
Those men who want to feel strong because they get to save the damsel in distress – not kings. Kings understand that queens have the belief in self to set the big goals that they have to grow into. It doesn’t look pretty. We cry in frustration – let us release the pressure through our tears. We fail repeatedly – until we succeed.
Kings do not try and contain the storm of a queen in glass jar.
Alpha females bring a feminine softness to our masculine energy,
but weakness does not exist in our realm.
I will not for a moment longer pretend that I am weak.
I will never buy into the bullshit that others are weak either – they’re simply un-trained in the arena of strength.
For resilience is a muscle which you have to work every sigle day.
Confidence is a muscle which has to be exercised.
Creativity has to be practiced.
Using your voice in a powerful way doesn’t happen when you choose to remain silent.
So let me ask you Alpha Female,
when will you be ready to stop the pretence of being weak and show me your STRENGTH?
When will you stop your pain of holding yourself under when your soul screams to RISE?
When will you stop the madness of hacking off your most beautiful parts for the sake of fitting in?
For I can tell you for sure that the ONLY fucking time this choice matters is NOW.
You either choose to show up Alpha,
or you choose to be a traitor to yourself.
And yes, I have compassion for I myself lived in the secret shame of pretending to be average and I wish I had someone like me showing up in my newsfeed,
I had to start showing the fuck up for myself.
Now: weakness what?
Live with honour,
Anel is the Instigator of a Thrive Evolution for Alpha Females.
Her work is aimed at empowering women to trust themselves and their intuition, reclaiming their authentic voices, and creating a life they’re madly in love with.
Through enhanced self-love, self-worth and self-confidence they know the satisfaction and pride of a woman who lives unapologetically aligned with her purpose.
Those ready to step up and receive support on their journey are invited to connect through a potential partnership consultation.