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