playing small

And still, you wonder if people will love you enough to grant you success if you dare tearing up the fucking place with your power

STILL PLAYING SMALL, AFTER HAVING TASTED THE HIGH OF FORGETTING TIME AND PLACE ‘CAUSE YOU WERE SO MUCH YOURSELF DOING YOUR MOTHERFUCKING THING… tsk tsk

There’s this thing about you I adore

This power thing that makes me wanna go hmmmm

The thing that makes you not act you age

But tear up the place by simply showing up

The power thing that drives you to amazing heights

The thing that sizzles and sets everyone on fire

That fire within you that never dies… never fucking ever

Mmmmmmhmmmmm…. That’s it

And you still tell yourself that all that you are is too much to be granted success by the average people so you decide playing small… bwahahhahahah… what a load of horseshit

You were never too much

The times when you’ve allowed yourself to be the fucking fire are the best moments of your life

The moments you allowed your flow and tore up the place

The moments you forgot time and place and felt the full blown high of being all that you are

The ecstasy of greatness

When strategy and the motherfucking plan faded into the background for pure fucking joy of going all in immersing in the power of YOU

And you’re thinking about trading that in for what? For not trusting you are THE MOTHERFUCKING THING? For playing small ’cause that’s so exciting and thrilling and all?

Are you really gonna ditch your high to feel a sense of accomplishment ‘cause you so diligently executed a well-worn strategy accepted by mainstreams that don’t have what you’ve got?

Are you really that insecure?

Didn’t think so… that would be kind of lame and I might accidentally or not so much, kick you in the butt and leave a big fat fuckers stamp that doesn’t come off until you remember who the fuck you are

For realz… let that shit go and start trusting THE MOTHERFUCKING THING

It’s so fucking unbecoming to doubt yourself left, right and center, wondering if people will love you enough to grant you the success if you dare tearing up the fucking place with your power

Fire up your damned presence… take all the fucking space you like

Fuckers will say you take up too much… fuckers will say you leave no space for others… fuckers will say you’re too loud… too hot as fuck… and too fucking cocky

You know what?

Those are the Karens, hate commenting to hide their own self loathing and disappointment with life… the Chardonnay bitches and the beer belly lazy fuckers

Who the fuck cares?

YOU?

No you don’t. You’re using them as an excuse to hide out instead of trusting YOU ARE THE MOTHERFUCKING THING

You’re afraid

Afraid of not pulling it

Afraid of being disappointed with self

Afraid you’re not as much of a MOTHERFUCKING THING like you’ve told yourself you are

You’re afraid you won’t live up to the ideas you have about how motherfucking big you are once you finally set yourself free to be

Shit…. And you could be tearing up the fucking place right now

Stop wasting your energy on maintaining your brakes and let go

Stop blaming your shit on the Chardonnays and wannabes that will die with their dreams inside

Let that shit go

xx

Anita