Is this how you want to be remembered?

I still get chills.

Every time I hear it.

All I want to do is trade this life for something new

Each time I get taken back to that Thursday night at Virgin Active Randburg.

We were riding.

We were sweating.

Some of us were cursing, using whatever we had to just to get to the end of the song without giving up.

I dedicated this song, this ride, to the incredible Burry Stander and every cyclist who had died on the roads of South Africa whilst practicing their passion.

As the chorus raged to climax, we stood on the peddles and we fucking left nothing in the tanks.

Were you there?

Do you remember?

I listen to this often to remind myself how truly short our opportunity to make an impression.

To do our true work.

To be remembered.

Because life goes on.

No matter who you were.

People carry on with their day to day and they forget you.

Which means if you’re serious about making a difference in this world, you have no more time to waste my Darling.

Oh yes you can play it safe.

You can hide.

You can give me all the bullshit excuses in the world.

But are you going to be remembered for 30 days for the timid, scared, plain little mouse who wiped everyone’s asses


Are you going to be remembered for 30 years for the passionate, raging, sometimes crazy bitch who didn’t give a rats ass about the opinions of the mediocre masses and who was prepared to fucking bleed for her purpose?

To leave it all hanging out — warts and all.

How do you want to be remembered?

Because you have to show up as that person.

Right now.

Right here.

All the time.

I believe our days are our lives in miniature.

Each day defines my life.

Each moment is my opportunity to make an energetic imprint on the collective.

Each time I meet a new person I get to show up and leave them with a memory.

Do I make it memorable?

Or do I make it likeable?

I don’t know about you but I’m so over the ‘like’ illusion.

I really don’t have time for you to like me anymore.

I really don’t.

I’m going to fucking die.

I don’t know when and I don’t want to take tomorrow for granted anymore.

So if my being in your face and triggering the shit out of you has you remember the moment, then so be it.

I am owning the fact that I’m here to bring change in the most uncomfortable of ways and that includes pissing people off.

You know what,

when that spinning studio rose out of their seats they didn’t do it because they liked me.

In fact, most of them probably didn’t come to my classes because they liked me.

They came because I challenged them to stop fucking around on their bikes, stop wasting their time with mindless hamster spinning, and to work their greatness muscles.

They rose because for 3 minutes and 52 seconds they got out of their egos, they collective brought their energy in honour of humanity, and they shone like the amazing powerful unlimited souls that they are.


But is that how you’re showing up?

Or are you showing up as the fear filled little human thinking that the worst thing that could possibly happen to you is that someone could criticise you and hurt your feelings?

Are you showing up as the precious princess who don’t want to fall on her knees and get a boo-boo because heaven forbid it should leave an ugly scar?

Are you showing up as the lifeless zombie waiting for you body to die because you don’t have the goddamned guts to stop your shit, to do the work, and to do the incredible purpose that YOU came here to do?

Think about what you’re doing today.

Think about what you’re doing right now in this moment.

If you had to die right now, is this how you want to be remembered?

How would your family remember you?

As the exhausted, washed out ghost of a person who went to the office all day and then came how collapsing on the couch?

Is that how you want them to remember you?

How would your friends remember you?

As the happy drunk who just wanted to keep the status quo?

Is that how you want them to remember you?

How long would all those Facebook friends remember you?

Will they even notice that you’re not posting anymore?

Or would it take them months to notice that they’re feeling better and make the connection it’s because you’re not posting all your drama anymore?

How do you want to be remembered?

After a powerful conversation with a friend this morning I’m throwing away all my business cards.

In the bin bitches.


Because I’ve made the decision that if we meet and you need a business card to remember my name, I’m not doing my purpose work. I’m not showing the fuck up for you and quite frankly I don’t deserve you to remember me.

Thanks Suzanne.

How about you?

Are you willing to step up and make an impression?

Are you willing to stop dulling your bright and become memorable?

Are you willing to divide the camps into lovers and haters and use the energy from both camps to fuel your passion even more?

I challenge you right here, right now, to look at your state.

Your clothes.

Your hair.

Your body posture.

Your energy.

Your daily activities.

Your daily conversations.

Are they what you want to be remembered for?

If they are, fucking awesome!!! Send me a mail because I want to follow YOUR work. I want to know YOU. I want to be inspired by YOU.

And if they’re not you can choose differently.

Right here.

Right now.


Fuck tomorrow.

What if tomorrow never comes?

Sit your ass down right now, take out your journal and your pen and let’s get to work.

First — write down what you see reflected in your life right now. Taking an outside view, how do you know you will be remembered and how does that make you feel? Why does it hurt like a mother? Where in your body is it hitting you?

Second — Forgive yourself. Completely and wholly. Yes, it sucks but honour your journey and thank the Universe that you got to this point of awakening today. Forgive yourself for all the hurt you’ve causes in yourself and others, whether consciously or unconsciously. Forgive yourself for attracting the asinine teachers who did a stellar job in providing the lessons you’ve requested in this lifetime.

Let that shit go!

Third — Write down how you want to be remembered. By your family. By your friends. By your clients. By the world. By every stranger whom you might only ever meet once for five minutes. How do you want to be remembered.

Fourth — Write down how the new version you shows up. How does she speak? How does she think? How does she feel? How does she dress? What does she write? What does she post on social media? What does she eat? How does she orgasm?

All of it.

Commit to being her.

Find an accountability partner who will kick your ass when you stray from her.

Be her.


It’s all a choice.

You are not your past.

You are not your current behaviour.




How do you want to be remembered?

Death is inevitable.

Thriving is a choice.

With love eternal,


PS: Language is powerful. It is through our words that we create. Yet I find most people are still not conscious of the reality that they are speaking into physical form. This is where coaching transforms, brings change, creates power. It’s through powerful conversations that we align with our truth and create our iconic. Are you in a period of transition? Where you’re just done with the current state of affairs in your life, your business, your fitness, your spiritual energy? Are you ready to do the work? Whatever it takes? Because failure and mediocrity is simply no longer an option you are willing to tolerate in your life? If you’re ready then I invite you to connect with me today on a call to reveal the possibilities waiting for you. Hit me a mail at or click here for direct access to my calendar. Live like there is no tomorrow!

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