There is a kind of stuckness I meet again and again in my coaching work.  It doesn’t look like failure.  Capable people. Intelligent people. People who have already changed their lives before, moved countries, shifted careers, rebuilt themselves more than once.   And yet, at some point, something goes missing because they are tired of doing every meaningful life and career upgrade alone.  I know this territory well.  When I rebuilt my life step by step as an expat, it worked.

Every December brings a familiar feeling for me. Not sadness, but a sense of incompleteness, like walking into a newly designed room that’s almost finished, but not fully yours yet.  This week, while closing my last coaching sessions of the year, that feeling appeared again. I was grateful for the people, the progress, the conversations… and still, there was an awareness that something in me wasn’t fully processed yet.  When I first moved to Vienna over a decade ago, my whole

When I look back at 2011, I see a version of myself standing in a life that felt suddenly unfamiliar. A new city. A new language. A new hat of motherhood. A new identity I was not yet prepared to inhabit. It felt like waking up inside a house whose layout had changed overnight. I was moving through rooms I no longer recognised.  And I remember wishing, deeply, that someone would show me how to set a direction and move forward on a map with clarity.  If you’ve ever felt unsure

This week, while getting ready for another social event, I caught myself feeling something I hadn’t expected. I was looking forward to the people, the conversations, the atmosphere and yet a part of me wished the season moved a little slower. It wasn’t the gatherings themselves that felt overwhelming, but the pace, the food, the rushing from place to place, and the constant expectation to be ‘on’.  Every year, we enter December with the intention to connect, celebrate and hon