Eat The Fucking Chocolate!


Tip toeing around the perimeter of who you really are and catching your wildest dreams is like opening a block of chocolate and then putting it back in the fridge.


*slaps forehead*


Who would do that?!! WE DO!!!!! You do. I do. Why??!! It's right there. You can see it. You crave it. So why would you deny yourself your birthright? Your ultimate life of dreams I mean.


(Well, ok the chocolate as well)


Living large can be scary. There's risk. And challenges. And potential heartache. And frustration. And failed attempts. And fucking GLORIOUS triumph. Who doesn't want to live in alignment with their pure truth? Who doesn't want orgasmic adventure and high vibe living and loving? If you're alive and time is gonna pass anyway why wouldn't you use it, live it, love it FULLY, EPICALLY and with EVERY particle of your being?
I'm not just preaching. Really. I am my own worst enemy. I'll own that. Every shit circumstance, every drowning tar pit of stuckness I've ever been in I fucking willingly climbed in myself. I've set up camp in hell by the fear of my own shadow.


This is not to guilt you whatsoever but living small, being small is not doing you any favours. It hasn't done me any favours. Smallness and fear breeds more smallness and fear until you take that last gasp of oxygen and sink under or make a new choice and fight and thrash like a mad woman and Bear Grylls it out of that fucking pit.


Here's to making that decision.


Here's to playing it so big the cosmos are gonna feel it.


Here's to feeling the fear and doing it anyway.


Here's to not just stepping into your true self and ultimate life of dreams but hop, skip, dance and dash into it.


And here's to eating that whole fucking block of chocolate.