Her Success Podcast: Feminine leadership + self-love, serial entrepreneur Alexis Asbe

"When I have these conversations with successful women on Her Success Radio, I never know where the conversation will go. Today, I’m so excited to bring to you Alexis Asbe, who is a serial entrepreneur. She’s serious about pleasure. She’s serious about good life. When I mean serious, I mean you need to listen to this episode. We talk about everything from what it means to be a woman and run your business from the place of pleasure, and how that actually creates business success.

There’s not enough conversation about this, so I really encourage you to tune in. We talk about things like how to talk about sex to your children, which is also a conversation we need to be having more.

Alexis and I would love to get your greatest takeaways from this conversation. Please leave a comment if you enjoy this episode as much as we enjoyed making it for you"

 

"Alexis Asbe is a bestselling author, speaker, consultant, serial entrepreneur, wife, mother, mermaid, and an unflinching advocate for women.

Her heart is to armor women, supporting them to get what they want.

Alexis has worked with celebrities, well-known political figures and even British royalty. Using her creative business-driven and multi-faceted background, she retains that her greatest contribution to the planet is leading with the feminine, raising rule-breaking teenagers, and driving her husband crazy…"

Thank you for sharing with your fellow Her Success revolutionaries, and thank you for being one!

Thank you for tuning in, listening, and watching.

Here’s to your success!

Enjoy the show.

 

 

Cyrotherapy: A Cold Solution for Health and Hotness.

Every Goddess knows that in order to be a Goddess, one must self-care like the Supreme Being she is. If it is anti-aging and pro-pleasure, then I am interested. My name is Alexis, and I am a self-care addict. 

I was preparing for my Goddess Rising Retreat so prior to leaving for Europe, I was… slightly stressed. It could have been hormones or my aching hip, but I was in desperate need of a self-care jolt. This gave my daughter the inspiration to find a unique Mother’s Day present. 

Naturally, any new or fun sort of treatment center that comes into our small town would catch the eye of my young goddess in training (insert proud Mama pose here). With synergy and innate timing, she quite literally froze at the chance to provide me with the perfect Mama Goddess gift. Welcome to my latest self-care adventure to US Cryotherapy in Redding.

Curious about adding this practice to my addiction list, I did some googling.  Cryo- comes from the Greek word “krous,” which means “icy,” “cold” or “frost.” Therapy means…well…”therapy” or “treatment.” It’s Greek, it’s got to be good! 

Articles claim that Cryotherapy can help with anything from sore muscles to arthritis to autoimmune disease. It has actually been used medically for hundreds of years; it has just recently become trendy. Considering that ice is always the doctor recommended way to alleviate inflammation, the whole concept seemed entirely logical. 

Cold therapy sounded like a reasonable solution for a hot mama, and it was hard to ignore some of the enticing phrases:

“INCREASED METABOLISM” – AKA weight loss! 

“HELPS HORMONAL IMBALANCE” – Safety first! 

“CELLULITE REDUCTION” – Yes, please! 

“INCREASED LIBIDO” – More fun with Aqua Man! 

Hint, hint, Men. This is a great incentive to give Cryotherapy as a gift. 

Reading over the list of take away results, I was fist bumping and ‘Hell Yessing’ my way to the treatment center. Better yet, I brought friends.

Here’s how it works: You strip down to as little as possible, which I am all about. For non-nudist, you can go in your gym gear or skivvies or whatever you wore to work. The technicians cover the sensitive skin areas, take your skin temperature, and then attempt to drop your outside temp by 30 degrees. 

The whole deal only takes a few minutes depending on the type of treatment you choose. I checked into my chill out chamber and rocked out to “Girls Run the World.” By the time I was done, I felt energized enough to take actually run the world. 

I received one target treatment, which made my hip pain almost completely go away. That night, I noticed that I slept way better. And the next day, I was generally more optimistic and not as freaked out about leaving home. 

With a newfound interest in the cryo-therapeutic attributes, I found several places in Europe. Overseas, it has been a spa-oriented offering for quite some time. In the United States, the practice has only been taken up by a small portion of the population like my man Tony Robbins who claims to use a cryogenic tank daily. 

Upon returning home, I went back for more. I found it was especially helpful in restoring my health and recovering from jet lag along with knocking out a nagging travel bug. Thankfully, Cryotherapy is becoming more medically respected. The US Cryotherapy in Redding expects to have full FDA approval in about a year.

As goddesses, we do many things in order to self-preserve and self-serve. 

Maybe Cryotherapy is something you will want to try.  

 

Peace, love, and ice baby!
A.

 

Five Women Every WOMAN Needs in Her Life

Women may be the most untapped, yet entirely wonderful resource in the world. Consider the handful of friends that make life manageable, and how important it is to have the support of these sisters.  We all need a group of gals to rely on in this chaotic world, and we’ve come up with a few gems that deserve recognition. Feel free to tag your friends and submit ideas for more! 

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Why fear is a good thing.

It was 26 years ago when a co-worker invited me to walk across a bed of fire at a conference with some guy named, Tony Robbins.

My response: “NO WAY! Why, would I do that!?”

Little did I realize, her simple suggestion to try something terrifying was the spark that would ignite me into creating a life that I had only dreamt about.

And truly, it was a spark. In the middle of the night, with fire trucks and ambulances standing by, a throng of strangers jumped enthusiastically around like over-caffeinated cheerleaders. It was in the midst of these elements, that my fear turned into power and I found myself walking gracefully across a bed of flaming hot coals.

When we decide to try something we think we cannot do, or that is out of our routine, we grow.

From transforming your health, asking for a raise, or perhaps, entering into a new relationship, the outcome of these experiences is determined by our willingness to do uncomfortable, scary things. 

FEAR IS THE DOORWAY TO FREEDOM. 

Now, pushing on that door can feel awkward, and smell like discomfort (similar to entering a teenage boy’s bedroom). But when you do what makes you afraid, you feel most alive. Any adrenaline junkie can tell you that; however, you don’t have to be a daredevil to know the fears that hold you back in your daily life.

Fast forwarding into my life, I have signed up for way scarier things, like being married and raising children.  These stakes seem radically higher than the possibility of going up in flames, because I am responsible for co-habiting with, and cultivating precious humans.  As a woman, my wrath from over working can have a lasting nuclear bomb kind of effect. Even with subdued anger, a passive response such as “FINE,” can rock the world of my family.

The day to day responsibilities of a modern woman can feel as if she is walking through a mine field, covered in lava. Regardless, we must take on our fears daily. Whether it is being a good mom, caring for yourself, starting a business, changing jobs, or breaking off a relationship, brave choices must be made.

So take a deep breath and smell the smoke, ladies. Woman up and surpass the delusions of “not good enough.” Stop and battle the things you are running from, and instead run through to the other side.

Making brave love choices and following through with action, unlocks the door to the freedom of being your true self. And this is where magic happens; the clouds part, the sun shines, our families thrive, and sometimes we lose ten pounds, make more money and find the love of our life.

Peace, love and smoke signals…

Women As Art

I am really proud of myself. Just writing those words comes with a sense of guilt; some sort of taboo hovers over the simple act of acknowledging myself. I know, right? It is totally messed up.

Seriously, when was the last time you acknowledged
yourself for something you did or accomplished
that makes you proud?

Yesterday, I graduated from The Mastery Program of Womanly Arts in New York.  I am proud because I chose to pursue this education out of curiosity, out of a secret self-interest.  It did not make fiscal sense. It was not conveniently timed. I had a variety pack of excuses to dissuade me from following my inner desires. That mom-maid- business-owner-cook-protector-nurturer-bill-paying -citizen inside my head whispered, "Save your money, stay home.”

You all know the self-talk that takes place: “You need to take care of the family, you have business to handle, you have responsibilities...” It is the advice of some unknown mother bear, beast that innately speaks to us women.

And no matter how condemning she can be, I believe this voice; I have been trained to believe it.  It reminds me that I am supposed to be content with my reality. “You have a good life. Why do you want to travel across country? You want to do more, have more? You greedy bitch.”

Despite those self-defeating comments, I finally managed to justify my adventure. It would be a tool to help my clients and others; it would benefit my ability to serve.  With this in mind, I allowed myself permission to partake in self-improvement.  It required traveling alone, adjusting agendas, making my family feel frustrated, and sometimes, painfully unpacking my shit only to repack it again.

The whole course was terrifying, scary, and absolutely new for me. But I worked my ass off, a naked one at that. Sitting in the classroom vulnerable and afraid, I wanted to run and hide in the bathroom during various challenging parts of the seminars. Yet I survived, and all without coping supplements. For this, I am proud. 

I should’ve hung a sign on my door at home, “Diner Closed: Greedy Bitch Gone for Self-Improvement.” My mom duties took a nose dive while I studied. When others were sleeping, I awkwardly attempted my training.  I said “NO” to more invitations than I can recall. I wept and laughed daily. All the while the voice in my head said, “This is ridiculous. You don’t get it.”  I practiced and proceeded anyway. For this, I am proud. 

Among 350 other epically brave women, who were once strangers and are now my Sisters, I became unhidden.  I don't have to come to the table with anything less than every truth of who I am.  I said yes to my curiosity, my desires, my health, my dreams, and my sadness. I said yes to the beautiful greedy, rule breaking, bitch with an incredible appetite. I said yes to the sensual side of my personality, my wrinkles, my wide-belly, and my deep-thinking, multi-faceted mind. I graduated knowing that when a woman invests in herself the whole world gets blessed.  For this, I am proud.

We don't have to work like militaristic dogs on a mission to access love, relationships, health, beauty, and money. Our deepest desires want to be birthed, and be cared for like precious babies. Our true power is within the very bodies that we have been taught to loathe, a woman’s body is a sacred altar and our sexuality is connected to every aspect of our lives.Women can receive more, be more, and do more because our capacity is endless.  Our individual pasts and personal pain is part of our stories, and it is in this shared truth that Sisters can be like medicine to each other.  Every single one of us is spiritual, brilliant, beautifully broken, and perfect.  

I am proud to say this is the study of womanly arts.  

Peace, love, and Room Service.

Yours truly,
Greedy Bitch