Time to Release Release Release in love!

6 am

Already the sun is sneaking over the horizon.

Be still my beating heart.

 

You know what this means?

OMG YES!!!!!!!!

I survived another winter

and spring is around the corner.

 

Wooohooooo motherlickens!!!

 

What this also means

is it’s time

to release

to cut back

to let go

of

EVERYTHING

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,

no?

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 yourself.

Of life.

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?

 

Oh,

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.

 

Okay lover.

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

and THEN

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,

and then,

the boobooo will go away.

 

Okay Buttercup.  You keep living with your head up your hole-ness.

 

And no,

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

UNCODEPENDENT

SELFISH

conversation about:

Relationships.

 

I’ve said it before and I will say it again:

THE ONLY PERSON WHO WILL BE

WHO IS MEANT TO BE

WITH YOU

FROM BIRTH TO DUST

IS YOU!

 

Do you get that?

YOU.

 

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

EVERYONE!

 

Parents making children the centre of their universe,

helicopter much?

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

even though

it’s no longer in service to those they vowed to support on their growth journey

oh wait!

there’s no vows of service in this industry anymore –

sorry

I forgot

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

absolutely

thriving

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.

 

It’s

HORRENDOUS.

And then you call me selfish, cold and inconsiderate…

 

If you truly LOVE someone,

then let them BE.

With ZERO expectations

ZERO conditions

ZERO neediness.

 

By being 100% committed to being YOUR best self.

And then allowing others to have their experience of you

FREELY.

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

love

acceptance

appreciation

and respect.

 

For yourself.

For them.

 

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,

Anel.