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Yesterday was such an amazing day here on the Tweed Coast, the sun was shining, the sky was clear and there was barely a breath of wind in the air. So Dan and I headed to Byron Bay for the day.

After spending the morning journaling and writing we headed to the beach for a session on my stand-up-paddle-board.

Now, I’ve only SUP’d in the ocean a few times and those times I managed to fill my head with a barrage of stories of fear and danger… Everything from sharks to getting stung by sting-rays’.

But mostly.

It was bullshit.
It’s always bullshit.

Because that’s what happens when our unconscious mind takes control of our thought stream.

When I got back to shore after spending about 35 minutes out on the water I pulled out my journal.

I just had to write.

Because while I was paddling I had an epiphany…

A realisation of what is.

Or, Perhaps.

Of what isn’t.

Our minds run at a million miles an hour with hundreds and thousands of thoughts per hour, most of them so fleeting that we don’t even know they happened.

But the ones we do hold on to are often those which don’t serve us or are jam-packed with limitations, resistance, self-sabotage and self-doubt.

And, while I was out on the water my mind was no different.

You see, the water here is crystal clear overlaying white sand which means that you can see EVERYTHING that is beneath you when you’re out on the SUP. Is that a good thing though?

Only you can be the judge of that.

But for me, yes, it is absolutely a good thing.

The reason for that is that being able to see right to the bottom of the ocean means that my mind doesn’t have any fodder to use to create bullshit scenarios of what could go wrong. Or of what may be lurking beneath.

And as I paddled, facing my stories of false fear, of self-doubt, of mistrust I became more and more confident.

So I wrote this for you.

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I’m just back from a 35 minute SUP (Stand-Up-Paddle) down at Byron Bay and I’m sitting on my towel, topless in the middle of winter in the spectacular sunshine enjoying the vibe and satisfaction within from having faced my fear (again) of paddling in the ocean.

And of pushing myself to stay in out on the water and paddle for what I consider to be a reasonable amount of time.

Until earlier this year I’d never paddled in the ocean and when I did there were so many stories of fear and what might go wrong running through my mind I found it pretty hard to really enjoy myself.

But.

Not today.

Today I was set to grab fear by the balls and teach him to sing soprano.

Now, I’m not going to say that I didn’t get scared. That I didn’t feel afraid. That fear didn’t have an opportunity to get into my mind and sing a little tune…

Because that would be a lie.

But what wouldn’t be a lie is that…

I knew it was going to come to play.
I was aware of when it would come out.
I acknowledged it for what it was.

And.

I took control of it.
I owned it.

I MADE FEAR MY BIATCH TODAY!!

But what I found to be super powerful was that once I had a firm grasp on fear, trusting myself and trusting the ISness of the situation became a whole lot easier.

I trusted myself even when my heart was shaking with nervousness.
I trusted myself even when my legs were shaking and I felt unbalanced.
I trusted myself even when I wobbled and I thought for the briefest moments that I would fall in the water.

I TRUSTED MYSELF

Unconditionally.
Unapologetically.

And when I my trust wavered ever so slightly, I repeated the following mantra:

I know myself.
I love myself.
I trust myself.

And as I paddled it came to me that not trusting myself has been a thing for me since I was a small child.

No matter how many times I have proven to myself throughout my life that I was a badass, and there have been many, many times. A small (but big) part of me continued to believe that I just couldn’t do what needed to be done.

That I wasn’t worthy of trust.
Not from anyone.
Especially not from myself.

I remembered back to when I was a very young child; I thought back to all of those times when I was younger and when I was confident and to when I did trust myself – to when I believed that I could be, do and have anything that I desired.

And to when:

My parents
My siblings
My teachers
My friends
My peers

… Were working fucking overtime to convince me that I wasn’t good enough, that I wasn’t deserving, that they couldn’t trust me and that I sure as shit couldn’t trust myself.

Because I was clumsy.
Because I was incapable.
Because I was useless.
Because I was hopeless.
Because I was helpless.

Because I wasn’t good enough.
Because I wasn’t able.
Because I wasn’t deserving.

And it dawned on me while I was paddling…

THE FUCKING COMPLETE IRONY OF ALL OF THAT

Because…

There are the very same people who in the earliest stages of life were the ones at the forefront and even on the sidelines cheering me on, encouraging me, empowering me. Filling me with the confidence I needed in order to be able to trust myself.

C’mon Lou, crawl, you can do it.
C’mon Lou, walk to mum/dad, you can do it.
C’mon Lou, get in the saddle, you can do it.
C’mon Lou, take the reins, you can do it.
C’mon Lou, count to 10, you can do it.
C’mon Lou, sound out that word, you can do it.

I could go on and on, but I won’t. I’m sure you get the drift.

Then.
It changed.

At some point in time.
As it invariably does for all of us.
The encouragement stopped.
And the discouragement began.

Encouragement was replaced by warnings of things that may or may not ever come to fruition, which became stories and beliefs of false fear deep within my mind.

Don’t do that or you’ll fall.
Don’t climb that tree, you’ll break your neck.
Don’t run so fast or you’ll get a stitch.
Don’t take that chance because if you do something bad will happen.
Don’t take that risk of you will fail.
Don’t think for yourself, that’s breaking the rules.
Don’t say what you believe, you’ll upset or piss someone off.

And so I believed them.
And so I did as I was told.
And so I stopped being true to me.

Though I resisted.
Thought I tried not to.

With those words being repeated to me, often several times a day… Eventually.  They broke me.

They won.

And you know what I mean don’t you?!

Because you did too.

But I ask you…

WHY IS IT THAT PEOPLE RAISE US UP…

And then, once we’ve achieved what they wanted us to achieve…

That they then tear us down?
That they break us?

Because that’s all they know.
Because that’s what was done to them.
Because that’s what they were taught to do.
Because they don’t know better.

But.

The thing is.

YOU CAN UN-BREAK YOURSELF

You can rebuild your confidence in you.
You can rebuild your trust in you.

But.

First.

You need to become aware of when it all started for you.

Of the patterns within you.
Of the triggers.

And you need to make a conscious decision to allow yourself the time, the commitment and the dedication to taking the actions you need to take.

You need to do the internal work.
You need to do the external work.

Consistently.

So that you can.

Love, Truth & Badassery,
Remember… You Have One Life. Hit The Fuckin’ Button!

Lauz xx
Mindset & Online Empire Creation Mentor

P.S. Are you ready to realise the role that your lack of self-trust and confidence is playing in you achieving the success that you desire?

Are you done with hiding behind the stories and false fears that are keeping you playing a smaller game than you want to play?

Are you ready to release what isn’t serving you and to access your true internal power so you can live the life you were born to live?

If this resonates with you and you’re repeating HELL YES in your head right now then message me RIGHT NOW gorgeous!

I’ve opened up 3 spots next week to speak with you and to help you discover exactly how you can do that.

Message me now if you’d like one 🙂 ❤️