10 days ago, I went to my first heavy metal concert.
I know what you’re thinking: “But Alexandra, aren’t you the Empress of Gothic Decay & Satanic Revelry? Surely you spend the majority of your eventides head-banging & power-lunging with the best of them?”
It’s shocking, but no. This was a first.
1. Heavy metal performers spend a whole lotta time in Warrior Two. Wonder if they do yoga?
2. Sweet Jesus in leather! Now THAT’S confidence!
Heavy Metal Confidence is full-fucking OUT. Hair whipping. Legs splayed. Mile-high boots. Cuffs. Spikes. Charisma.
Heavy Metal Confidence equals visceral COMMITMENT. Phoning it in? Cutting corners? Slip-sliding by? Don’t think so.
Heavy Metal Confidence is the hot-to-trot cousin of Magnetic Clarity. Knowing who you are, what you’re capable of, and just how hard you can ROCK.
Most dazzling of all: Heavy Metal Confidence requires (tantalizingly) little preparation. Mastery, yes — but no micro-management.
No memorization. No polishing. No artifice.
It’s animal. Pure presence. It just . . . is.
I want it. Don’t you?
The next time you’ve got to rock the house — the audience is thrashing, and the stakes are sky-high — consider an experiment in unbridled presence:
Under-prepare. Over-show up.
Your mettle is more than enough.
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