Self -help
Date Published: 20.4.20 20th April 2020
Publisher: Change Empire Books
F-Bomb Affirmations is the self-help book for people who are fed the f•ck up with the same old stories keeping them from reaching their dreams and goals.
In this insightful and entertaining book, self-proclaimed affirmation queen Natalie Stokell breaks down the brain science of why we achieve some of our goals but not others. In 11 easy-to-read chapters, you’ll learn:
• How beliefs are formed from a neuroscience perspective and how these beliefs filter your view of the world
• How to discover what stories are keeping you from reaching your goals, so you can push through these blocks and make some epic sh•t happen in your life
• How your brain works so you can start rewiring it for success and reach your goals faster
• What goals trigger your ‘not good enough’ stories and how to shift this so you can begin to feel worthy to receive
• Why swearing is actually good for you and how you can use it as an effective mindset tool
• How to create affirmations that actually work, so you can use them with confidence and create the life you were meant to live
By the end of F-Bomb Affirmations, you’ll understand how your brain works and how to work it. You’ll have five keys to supercharge your affirmations – and you’ll discover how to immediately start applying these keys to the things you want to be, do, and have in your life.
Everything is possible. Your dreams are within your reach. And you’ve got what it takes.
You are one f•cking incredible human.
Excerpt:
‘Excuse me, excuse me.’ I push my way through the crowd of
groupies cluttering the courtyard by the backstage door. There’s some jostling
as they hesitate, reluctant to give up the precious spots where they’ve been
waiting for who knows how long.
They turn to look at me, at first with disdain – and then,
upon seeing what I’m carrying, disdain grudgingly turns to understanding and
envy.
Fuck, this is awkward.
I start to feel nauseated. I can’t believe I am doing this.
Maybe I should turn back.
Who the fuck do I think I am? I don’t belong here.
Every cell in my body wants to run, but I resist the urge to
turn around and instead continue to put one foot in front of the other, slowly
moving through the group towards the front.
Come on, Natalie. Breathe.
Use your tools.
I’m having a mental block, and it takes me a moment to run
through my usual coping tactics.
Okay, an affirmation.
Ikeep moving forward.
I’ve got this. I’ve
got this. I’ve got this.
Nausea still rises. But I keep breathing. Then it dawns on
me: now would be a great time to test my new theory about affirmations.
Okay. I’ve fucking got
this. I’ve fucking got this. I’ve fucking got this.
Focusing on the power the extra word gives the affirmation,
the stormy ocean that is my belly calms, and my energy and confidence surge. I
soon reach the front few rows of fans; now I can see the security dude guarding
the door. He’s massive and looks like he crushes butterflies for fun.
Shit. Perhaps I should
go back? What the fuck am I doing?
But I can only imagine what the groupies’ faces will look
like if I turn around. I’m such a people pleaser that the mere thought of their
faces, unimpressed by my failure, drives me on.
No. I’ve fucking got
this. I’ve fucking got this. I’ve fucking got this.
I push through the last of them. The ones at the front are
the hardcore fans; they’ve probably been here since early this morning. I
expect them to resist. But they part for me, as if out of respect that I’ve
made it this far.
Butterfly crusher sees me and raises an eyebrow.
Okay, game on. Come
on. I can fucking do this.
‘Hi,’ I say. ‘Um, I’m here for Justin Timberlake.’ The lie
feels clunky in my mouth.
Butterfly crusher says nothing, and so I turn my body
slightly so he can see what I’m carrying.
‘Oh, right.’ He looks relieved. He’s probably dealt with a
few too many obsessed groupies in his time. ‘For massage. Sure, come on in.’
A rush of endorphins flood my body as I realise that’s the
first gatekeeper down.
Hell yes, I’ve fucking
got this.
He pushes open the doors, and after manoeuvring myself and
my table through them, I find myself at the end of a very long corridor with
multiple doors. I recognise the familiar warren of backstage.
Ah, shite, where to
now?
I turn back to the closing doors. Seeing my questioning
face, Butterfly Crusher catches a door and holds it open. ‘It’s Joey you’ll be
wanting, the tour manager. He’s at the end on the left, name on his door.’
‘Thank you!’ I smile in relief.
Yep, I’ve fucking got
this.
Iwalk with confidence into the depths of backstage.
I can hear what’s possibly a sound check going on in the
belly of the building. There’s a buzz of pre-show adrenaline in the air. People
dressed predominantly in black jeans with oversized black tees and sporting
hair overdue for a haircut nod at me and say hello in voices out of an American
sitcom. I smile and return the greeting, feeling a bit like I am in an American
sitcom myself.
The last door on the left has an askew laminated sign
attached to it reading ‘Joey’. I try not to look too closely at the naked
cartoon man that someone has drawn in the corner.
The door is ajar, but I knock anyway.
‘Yep, come in!’ the sitcom voice calls from within. I push
open the door to find a man sitting behind a makeshift desk, wearing –
surprise! – a black t-shirt and in need of a haircut.
‘Hey, Joey,’ I say, ‘I’m checking in to see if anyone’s
needing massage tonight.’
Please don’t let this
be all in vain.
‘Oh yeah, cool, sure.’ Joey gets to his feet. ‘Let me find
you a space to set up in. That would be great.’
Boom, second
gatekeeper down! Hell yeah, I’ve fucking got this.
Joey finds me a small room that’s not in use and I set up,
putting out some of my own laminated signs to direct people to me.
Iwish I could tell you that I did in fact get my hands on
Justin Timberlake that night, but it was mainly crew and his band. Big American
roadies who asked for deep pressure and then took it back when they felt my
strength, making jokes about how they hadn’t realised they’d be beaten up by a
woman today. And small, toned dancers, their overworked bodies hungry for a
therapeutic touch.
Ileft that evening with my pockets full of cash and, more
importantly, my confidence flying. Not only had I done something completely out
of my comfort zone – I had nailed it.
Back when I lived in London, I massaged musicians backstage
and celebrities in their penthouses weekly, through the company I was
contracted to. Here in Australia, I didn’t have the backing of the company, and
I missed the work and the money. When I heard Justin Timberlake was playing
Brisbane, I wondered who of my colleagues might have been assigned to him in
London. Then I thought why not me, here, in Australia? Could I just turn up and
wing it?
This thought reflected the shift which had been happening
within me recently. Since becoming a mother, I’d found my fierce. The lioness
within me had awakened: the mama bear, the protector.
This fierceness was echoed in my journaling, my thoughts, in
the workings of my inner world, and now it was manifesting in my outer world. I
was doing things I hadn’t thought myself capable of.
And I started colouring all parts of my life with this
shift. This mama was claiming her space in the world. This mama was making shit
happen.
Specifically, my affirmations. I had started dropping an
F-bomb into my affirmations.
And fuck, did it work! My affirmations felt stronger,
fiercer, more reachable. It was like giving them a turbo boost.
They felt awesome.
But let’s back-track for a moment. Let’s go back to
when I first found and fell in love with affirmations. Let’s go back to that
decade when Paula Abdul was playing on every ghetto blaster, and no top was
complete without shoulder pads.
Let’s go back to the late ’80s:
About the Author
Natalie Stokell lives and plays on the Sunshine Coast, Australia, with her partner, their two children, nine chickens, and seven alpacas. She has a master’s degree in psychology and has used affirmations for years to create the life of her dreams. Her affirmation recordings on SoundCloud have had over 219,317 plays. In this kickass book, she shares all her tips so that you too can change your life. You can find out more and connect with her at www.fbombaffirmations.com.
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