purposeful greatness

Did you come here to polish imaginary edges and slither around as some ego booster to others for scraps of affection or did you come here for purposeful greatness and mad love?

STOP BEING A CRY BABY BITCH AND REALIZE YOU ARE THE MAGNET, THE MOTHERFUCKING IT PEOPLE DROOL OVER AND DEVOUR, THE HOLY GRAIL OF INSPIRATIONAL PURPOSEFUL GREATNESS AND POOL OF GOOD SHIT HAPPY

Open your eyes baby and tell the whiny bitch in your head to shut the fuck up and stop the white noise drowning your purposeful greatness

Honestly… you can love the weak as fuck you that’s insecure about everything questioning and disbelieving the hot as fuckness of all that you are… I know I do… but that doesn’t mean the whiny bitch is allowed to rule the fucking party

The moment you’re vomiting excuses for not being the grandest, tallest, widest, loudest, strongest, wildest of all that is beating in your heart… know that you’re being a whiny bitch covering up that you’re afraid… and that purposeful greatness will always be out of reach

Yeah… let’s not own that. Let’s hide behind excuses instead that make us look good. Let’s rather do that and never, ever fucking never get what we want. Let’s bury our dreams under a pile of shit and poison everything else we do have. ‘Cause we’d rather keep lying to ourselves and create this massive fallout of an internal conflict shitstorm we keep pretending we have no idea why is or how to figure out of. Let’s do that…

Or you could stop being a cry baby and admit you’re afraid

Admit it and be the motherfucking thing anyway

You can own that you are the magnet and the motherfucking IT everyone drools over and at the same time feel all the feels of vulnerability

You can own the grandest, wildest, motherfuckerest version of you… and yes, we decided motherfuckerest is defo a word now and worthy of a special section in the badassery dictionary I just decided should most definitely be published

You can own all the good shit you are and let it all out… even though you’re worried people won’t like you… that you’re not enough of something for them… or too much

‘Cause honestly… if you don’t, you’re not that interesting

You’re a watered-down version, filtered to fit the masses, bland, vanilla, plain and boring, mediocre and forgettable

You might fit in somewhere

You might be pleasing to someone

You might be nice and feel good ‘cause you become the master of being liked… a master of people-pleasing

Did you come here to polish imaginary edges and slither around as some ego booster to others for scraps of affection?

Or did you come here for your purpose… to live every drop of your being… to love madly?

If THIS isn’t enough argument for you to let that shit go I don’t know what will

The next step is your decision

Are you going to allow all.the.things to feed the excuse machine or set yourself free

Your next level in life depends on it

And next level leadership is unattainable unless you do

You cannot advance in the game of creating epic shit unless you become the motherfucking thing

Swallow that raw and let it sink in

No strategy gets you there

Only you can

With my help of course… ‘cause I’m fucking awesome and hilarious and the MOTHERFUCKING THING of getting you to let that shit go and become the MOTHERFUCKING THING

I have an opening in my highest level program for badass groundbreakers 

It’s an investment in your next level good shit

PM for details

xx

Anita