Already the sun is sneaking over the horizon.
Be still my beating heart.
You know what this means?
I survived another winter
and spring is around the corner.
What this also means
is it’s time
to cut back
to let go
that’s no longer aligned for the next season of life.
ISN’T THAT THE MOST EXCITING NEWS OF YOUR DAY???
What do you mean,
It’s too scary?
It will hurt too much?
You can’t do it?
You’re rather just going to settle.
Just going to cling to the known.
Just going to stunt your potential lifegasm.
Because you’re a little unsure.
Of what is still available to you.
So you want to tell me that you would rather live in a constant state of discomfort
wearing a g-string two sizes too small
painfully riding up your derriere,
than admit that it’s no longer a perfect fit
and simply releasing it?
you think it will stretch a little more…
Hmmmm, yes, okay.
Even though it’s reaching a point of fabric tearing,
leaving an angry red mark on your skin,
pretending it’s a badge of honour.
You go do that.
You go through another season
secretly crying on the bathroom floor
because you don’t believe you deserve better
than what is.
You keep thinking painting that smile on your face with your Chanel lipstick
will have you fake joy
until you make joy
your natural state of being.
You keep fantasising that others will change,
adapt their behaviour
to fit with your requirements and expectations
you’ll be happy.
You keep telling yourself that you can live cheap with yourself,
with your dreams
and eventually it will have you living in a state of opulence and abundance.
You keep believing that anyone else actually gives enough of a shit
that they will come save you from your miserable state of mundane existence.
That someone will put a plaster on your ouchie,
kiss it better,
the boobooo will go away.
Okay Buttercup. You keep living with your head up your hole-ness.
I’m not talking about an actual G-string today.
I’m talking about the ONE area that NOBODY wants to have a frank and
I’ve said it before and I will say it again:
THE ONLY PERSON WHO WILL BE
WHO IS MEANT TO BE
FROM BIRTH TO DUST
Do you get that?
So WHY for the love of crocodile testicles
are you clinging to others
as though your life depends on it
when it’s no longer a fit???
And I’m talking about
Parents making children the centre of their universe,
and then not wanting them to fly the coop.
Raising dependent, weak-minded entitled little pups
unable to stand on their own two feet
and then we blame the year they were born in
instead of the fact that so many of my generation
never received the love and attention they craved
and instead of working out their own shit
they now expect it from their kids.
Couples making each other sick to look at,
still touching each other,
with resentment and disgust,
because they have a ring on their finger
and what was meant to be a promise of love
has become a shackle of slavery.
Coaches, mentors, consultants, holding clients hostage through a signed contract
it’s no longer in service to those they vowed to support on their growth journey
there’s no vows of service in this industry anymore –
honour has been left on the pavement along with the rubbish bins.
I guess I’m one of the old fashioned ones
who took an oath to serve
as part of my studies
and who also took it to heart.
I’m one of the old fashioned ones
who say what I mean
mean what I say
and do what I say.
I sometimes forget how fucking old and old fashioned I am.
In my opinion
our sick indoctrinated need to hold on to relationships
that are not
because of what society TELLS us we have to do in relationships
is causing us to tear each other apart
like the ripped fabric of that worn out too small g-string.
And then you call me selfish, cold and inconsiderate…
If you truly LOVE someone,
then let them BE.
With ZERO expectations
By being 100% committed to being YOUR best self.
And then allowing others to have their experience of you
Planets orbiting around each other,
for they understand that crashing into each other will not make them WHOLE.
What a load of crock:
You complete me – WHAT THE FUCK?
My better half – SERIOUSLY?
Go make yourself whole and complete and fucking FABULOUS Darling.
So let me just get off my soap box,
pull my boxer shorts straight,
and invite you to spring-clean your relationships.
From a space of deep and unconditional
Nobody comes into your life for a life-time.
They’re all for a reason and a season.
Death is inevitable.
Thriving is the choice of the loving alpha.
Live with honour,
or exist average,