Ever feel like you’re sailing through a storm on a tiny rowboat?

Being a beta is kind of like that. You work your tail off to get things moving in the right direction only to get thrown off course when your fortune changes.

Even worse?

When you aren’t struggling through a storm, you’re crippled by anxiety and fear. When will something go wrong next? Maybe I should just stop trying and turn this thing around? Maybe if I do this she will like me again.

Being Alpha is not difficult. Not at all. Being Alpha is simply facing obstacles head on. Alphas fight. Alphas continue. It’s not about winning nor losing it’s about standing up and being counted. A true warrior isn’t the one wins but the one that stands and says…me. I’ll go - despite the odds.

This is what men do.

Marcus Aurelius put it best. “Life is warfare and a journey far from home,”

We aren’t victims. We may passively accept the things that are not in our control, but the rest? Fuck it.

We are coming up on the weekend. For most new alphas you are looking at another weekend with your shrew. Locked in mortal combat for 2 days. Maybe you won’t get laid, maybe you will just completely lose every ounce of frame you’ve been jealously guarding this week. maybe you'll get the blowjob you've been hoping to get for months. You’re planning scheming, prepping your AA, AM lines, making sure you’ve gleaned every bit of knowledge from MRP so you are prepared for war.

You know what that is? Fear. Being beta is simply being afraid. Afraid of all the things you’ve built in your mind. Like a 5 year old who thinks monsters live under the bed. Alphas love. They love life. Every aspect of it. A love for everything that happens and the courage to stand up to it.

Your challenge this weekend is to stand up to your life. Men have faced greater challenges, but yet some how there are many that cannot stand up to their women, their kids, their simple life. This weekend consider the fight you are facing. Are you dealing with it head on? Are you hiding? Take joy in the simple pleasures and look around and ask:

What am I really afraid of?

Stop being afraid. I was just discussing this with a close friend. Fear is insidious. It creeps in unbeknownst and masquerades as other things, other emotions, excuses…sound familiar? Think of our ego like the blanket that 5 year old wraps himself in. Hiding, shivering for fear of his simple imagination. On the other hand you can be a man and have your foot sticking out and think fuck it. Demons…come take me home.

Live and love fiercely. There is no other way.