You think you’re the only one pissing your pants?

Frozen in fear.

I can’t see the way.

I can’t see the next step.

FUCK!

I CAN’T SEE THE NEXT STEP!

“You stupid bitch!

How the hell did you get here again?

What were you thinking?

Going up the mountain.

Unprepared.

Knowing that you’re terrified of heights.

You should have known better.

You stupid bitch.”

‘Shut up.

Shut up.

Shut the fuck up!

Breathe.

Calm down.

Breathe again.

I’m safe.

I’m always safe.

There’s always a way.

Nature, God, the Universe,

always provides a way.

Just look.

Just see.’

I take the next step.

And another.

And another.

I keep going.

The war inside my head driving me to a new level of madness.

One voice screaming words of outrage.

Words of how stupid I am to continuously get myself in unsafe situations.

The other,

whispering.

Calm.

I am safe.

I am not my emotions.

I’m not terrified.

I feel terrified.

I am safe.

It’s been more than three years since I’ve been up a mountain.

Three years since I’ve last faced this particular flavour of fear.

People think you conquer fears.

They’re wrong.

So wrong.

You never conquer your fears.

You train your fears to a level of normality,

by continuously putting yourself in situations where you rise above them.

But just like any other muscle in your body,

if you don’t pay attention,

if you don’t keep that baby strong,

she becomes weak.

And the fear feels enormous once more.

I look at my partner up ahead.

He’s having a really tough time not helping me.

(Thank you for not rescuing me)

To walk away when he sees me stuck,

talking to myself,

not quite hearing the words,

but guessing that there’s a struggle being fought on the inside.

Three times my feet fly out from under me.

Three times I land on my arse.

Hard.

Three times I get back up and continue along.

At times,

when he’s far enough up ahead not to see me,

I think,

I sit down,

feeling overwhelmed.

For a moment, my mind simply feels too weak to make another the decision of where to step.

So I shuffle on my arse.

Literally just sliding forward one foot at a time.

Until my breathing calms back down.

Until I can see another step where my foot can potentially land.

I rise.

The question I keep coming back to when the voice of fear has me stopping dead in my tracks:

“Can you physically take one more step?”

Physically,

yes I can.

I’m fit enough.

So I take it.

This is activating the power which comes from combining Mind, Body and Soul in training and in performance.

Which is what so many entrepreneurs, business owners, born achievers, still don’t get.

Your body will take you to places that trains your mind far more powerfully than any boardroom ever can.

And you need your body to be strong.

You need to create evidence in your muscles of your capacity and capability.

Which takes time.

Hours and hours I’m out on my bike,

out on runs,

training relentlessly.

Not to look awesome.

Not to impress anyone.

But for the sole purpose of creating an indestructible mind.

A mind with which to impact lives.

A mind with which to grow my empire.

Make the tough decisions others never find the courage to make.

Because you’re soft.

You stand there,

trembling,

and think you’re the only one pissing your pants.

Which must mean that those people who are showing up,

those who are building successful businesses,

those who are leading revolutions,

must be special.

They must have something that you don’t.

They must know something that you don’t.

They must have been born with a different colour spoon than you.

Bullshit!

We feel terror too!

In greater measures than you can cope with at this time.

Because you’re too fucking lazy to go train your mind

To get to the place where you choose the whispers to make the decisions above the rage of the screams.

Instead you tell us all your excuses of why you’re NOT showing up for your dreams:

you don’t have the time,

you don’t have the money,

you’re an introvert,

you don’t know how to,

you don’t have the right connections,

your list is too small,

blah

blah

blah.

Yes, I fell.

Yes, I’m bruised.

Yes, I hurt like a motherfucker today.

So what?

Did it serve to make me stronger?

YES.

Do I feel victorious having made it back on my own steam?

YES.

Will I be taking more assertive action in my business today?

YES!

Will I be doing it again as soon as possible?

FUCK YES!

Look Darling

I know that some people chose to come here to sit on the sidelines and observe the chaos that reigns.

Some people came here to increase the frequency of fear so prevalent in todays world.

I’m not one of those.

I came here, not to stand in the lines of existence,

waiting for the hearse to come pick me up,

I came here to THRIVE.

I came here to experience life to her fullest.

I came here to lead those who are ready to pump their stomachs empty from all the bullshit they’ve been fed their entire lives,

of how they’re too much,

too full of themselves,

irresponsible,

too loud,

too happy,

unrealistic in their expectations,

to flush that shit down the toilet,

and to choose themselves.

To choose radical self-love, self-acceptance, self-appreciation,

to show up in a way that enhances their self-respect,

happy,

expansive,

healthy,

wealthy,

radiant,

energised,

on fucking fire!!!

with passion

and purpose,

and desire,

and joy.

THIS is what I choose for myself.

And if that means that I have to fight my demons on the mountain tops,

I will rise and I will fight.

Every single day.

Regardless of what others say I should and should not do.

People have a choice:

They can come with me and witness my struggles,

loving me enough not to help me back up,

or they can stay at home,

safe on their couches,

I don’t care.

This is not about other people.

This is MY life.

It’s all about ME.

And if today is my last day,

I will die with satisfaction,

knowing that every day I chose to give it my all.

From where I was at,

and with what I had available to me.

Can you say the same?

Truly?

Or are you going to keep standing there,

deer in the headlights,

immobilised,

because you can’t see the next step?

Can I tell you the secret?

Just fucking choose to believe in yourself.

Step,

Crawl,

Shuffle,

whatever it takes.

Even if you feel the warm wetness run down your legs,

Fear choking your throat,

It doesn’t matter.

All that matters,

is the fact that you found your brave.

You’ve got this.

Only death is inevitable – and it’s closer than you think.

Thriving is for the crazy fuckers brave enough to choose it.

With love and appreciation,

Anel.

PS:  You’ve been looking at the posts of Mindset, Business & Money.

Every time,

you’ve heard the whisper.

Yet the screams are louder,

of how there’s no social proof that it will work.

That it will be more responsible to wait for the next round,

when the testimonials of others will show you what’s possible for you.

Or maybe sign up for the ones that has been running for years,

so they have a couple of hundred case studies with rave reviews.

That’s okay,

I get it.

I used to walk in your shoes.

Only following the well-trodden paths.

Except, as a creative,

those paths always led to me feeling like a misfit.

For their tried and tested ways felt boring,

and when my mind feels bored,

I self-sabotage.

It’s ugly.

Which is why I don’t give my clients monkey-puzzles.

I provide the space for them to connect to their inner artists,

with the foundation in place,

on which to build their dreams.

You’ve got a choice to make today Darling,

which voice will you obey?

The screams of ego-based fear,

or the whisper of your soul?

If you’re ready to build your empire of impact,

surrounded by those who will not pick you up,

so you can experience the intense rush of true victory,

pm me for the details.