Like many others raised in the American culture, I had learned to “put my best face forward,” which for me meant showing the world I had it all together. By the time I was an adult, I found myself living with a harsh inner critic with impossibly high standards, working hard with little room for play, a practice of avoiding conflict, pleasing, being nice, and a must-hide, smiling mask that I didn’t realize I was forcing myself to wear most of the time.
When I became a mother at age 34 in 2004, I was hit with a lot of insecurities. Trying to give 100% to each of my roles (mother, partner, colleague, friend, etc.) just didn’t add up, and my inner critic was constantly letting me know I was failing.
When I moved with my family of four to the Netherlands in 2010, all things familiar were gone and none of my old patterns were working anymore in my favor. At some point I realized that I had lost myself completely, not knowing who I really was or what I really wanted, and most of the time I felt quite frustrated and lonely.
Things weren’t going so well at home, as you might imagine. My frustration would explode into anger at the slightest things, and I felt deep sadness that I wasn’t regularly connecting with my partner and children.
In short, I had a “good ole mid-life crisis” on my hands, and that’s when I knew I needed some guidance.
I found it in many coaching and communication training sessions that primarily helped me discover myself, the “real me.” I learned how to speak to myself compassionately and listen to what’s MOST important to me; how to stop pleasing others for belonging/connection and to rely on honesty instead; to get in touch with my personal needs how to come up for them, or really care for myself (like finding refuge in nature) AND stay in connection with important people in my life.
Now, I am passionate about helping women like me (and their families) – living abroad, highly mentally active, hard-working, longing for grounding, honesty, meaningful connections, and harmony.
Note: The “professional” side of me wants you to know: