My Story

I never wanted to be a coach.

Growing up I probably watched Legally Blonde a few too many times, so all I wanted to be was: successful.  

What that meant? No idea, not really.

But it awakened this drive within me, the voice that said you gotta work hard, get it done yourself, trust no one. So I did.

The little girl with a foreign last name and divorced parents strongly felt that she did not fit into the small, quaint, Swiss mountain village she grew up in. Early on she found a very best friend who would help her get to places she didn’t know she could. That friend’s name was: independence.

Years go by, I cling to my straight A’s like a life jacket, start developing severe anxiety in my late teens that would accompany me for many years. I can’t say I really listened to my parents a lot back then, but I am very grateful that I did when my Dad suggested I explore meditation. At 18 I found this practice, that - in all honesty - I believe is the only reason I was kept off medication. Eventually, I make it to University and thought to myself: She did it, her ticket to success, her ticket to true independence.

I fell in love with the city, I worked three jobs, studied my ass off, passed every exam and never once questioned the direction I was headed towards.

Things clicked, I got the big internship in New York City, started to taste my headline-worthy marketing career, and all I could think was: this is it, I’m going to make it work, I have to, no one else will.

It’s funny what you can accomplish if there is no other option in your head. I decided to pack up my things and move to San Francisco after I graduated. Back to the roots, I was born in California after all. I landed at SFO in late August, went straight to a “hacker house” - a hostel made for techies trying to build their own company. Obviously, that was not me, but hey it was cheap. I wasn’t going to stay there long since I only gave myself 10 days to find a place to live permanently. 10 DAYS!! If I take a look at the housing market today, I’d tell anyone they are insane to think that would be possible. But somehow, I heard of someone who I knew, who knew someone else who had a room available… so I moved into a beautiful, light blew victorian house. Again, it’s funny what you can accomplish if there is no other option in your head.

I got a job working for a PR agency, discovered my love for yoga (though I could only afford it by volunterring to clean mats for two hours every Tuesday evening), and things seemed to work for a while. Wouldn’t it be so romantic if I had then also met my prince charming, we would have gotten a golden retreiver and lived happily every after? * Insert screeching sound of old breaks. *

That’s not what happened.

I barely made any money, had to move to a different place with no real window, questioned whether I really even liked my job, spent a lot of time alone (with my friends independence and anxiety that is) and started to miss my real friends and family.

So, back to Switzerland it is.

Of course, my identity was still very much wrapped up in my career. When I got back, I treated my job search like a product launch, I was strategic, thorough.

I found a position I loved and things started to avalanche from there. Another job offer, then another one and I just had to take these opportunities.

Also, if I may say so, I was really good at what I did, the little overachiever in me felt so seen. It was great. I was on top of the world, until I wasn’t.

Of course, there was so more to my life than my job - though it did take up many, many thoughts and energy. But I'd be lying if I didn't say there were other ups and downs along the way that could likely fill a book, and maybe will one day.

Every single human who has walked in and out of my life, every lesson, every tear has shaped me into who I am today, and spoiler - I love her.

I learned to be curious, soft, yet brutally honest with myself and chose to look for beauty, convinced it was there in the hardest of times and determined to find it no matter how long it would take.

And as you may have guessed by now if you’re reading this far - my gift of writing and creativity, has been the greatest channel for healing. The importance and power of connecting with one’s body and breath, I discovered by becoming a yoga teacher - another avenue for healing that’s nothing short of magic.

But back to the final fall.

I was in a thriving corporate career. On track. On paper.

Except, I’ve been ignoring this nagging voice within that said: this isn’t it. This. Can’t. Be. It.

The very honest truth is that I broke out into tears, hiding in an office bathroom more times than I can count.

But why? Why, why, why can’t this be enough?

THIS, it what I’ve worked for all my life. Remember the little girl from the snowy Swiss town?

This is what she wanted, right?

Right?

So, why did I feel dead inside? Empty? Where did I go wrong?

I knew something had to change. But can I really blow up my life? Drop the thing I always wanted right after I got it?

Yes, I can. And I did.

What follows? The void.

The space.

The magic.

The transformation.

The knowing.

The trust.

The joy.

But first, I sat in the void. I reflected on where in my life I’ve truly felt lit up, at ease, at home..? The answer became clear. It was when I was creating connection. Creating connection through my writing, through teaching yoga, through deep reflected conversations with close friends. But how can I turn this into a career?

Well, here I am - telling you that this voice within is worth listening to, that it carries wisdom we don’t always understand but it lives in our bodies and it’s there to make our lives BETTER THAN WE’VE EVER IMAGINED.

So, even though I never wanted to be a coach, embracing this journey, saying yes to that calling and ultimately sitting across from the raw, vulnerable humanness of these souls who have opened up to me, has been more fulfilling than I could have ever dreamed of.

Who knew what would happen after you really, and I mean really, choose yourself? I didn’t know, until I did it.

And as a coach today, I love supporting people in their journey back home to themselves - what greater gift is there than to witness that?

So, if you're feeling the pull toward something more, something truer - I’m here to walk beside you as you claim the life that’s been waiting for you all along.

Let’s begin.