i had a dream.
my dream was to write music (and words – i see myself as a “musical poet“, a storyteller) that reaches people on a cellular level, music that reminds them, us all on who we are, that impacts the world and brings change. i always wanted a world in which everybody would be cared for (the story of the beggar). from a VERY early age on, i was so deeply startled by poverty, war, people´s suffering, by the state that our world was in. yet i saw a glow in everyone i met and i felt a glow inside of me that wanted to find expression.
but i felt too small, too unimportant and above all: i felt i didn´ t really have what it takes.
i was too untalented, too ugly, too …. at the end of the line: i simply was not good enough.
my voice was flawed, i was flawed.
in fact, my first years of experience in the music-world were a nightmare.
so i gave up my dream. became a mum of 3 and started coaching. i did well. i helped people ignite their passion, find their confidence, ignite their inner radiation. FIND THEIR VOICE.
i truly enjoyed the work and the successes i saw, but my vision, my passion, my own voice slowly faded away.