WE ARE BACK, BABES!!!!

It’s obvious now—something big shifted in me after Freddie. Some call it chaos. I call it life.Looking back, it all feels like a perfectly imperfect story, where every chapter had to unfold exactly as it did. Even the chaos makes sense now—somehow.

A few days ago, while on a nostalgic treasure hunt for my pre-pregnancy self, I stumbled across an old blog post. And oh my God… I’m in love with her.2018 Josi? She had it all: style, confidence, and just the right amount of main character energy.And the wildest part? She’s coming back. Slowly, piece by piece. Maybe a little wiser now—but still full of charm and beautiful chaos.

Am I still coaching? Hell yes.But those cookie-cutter coaching phrases and squeaky-clean Instagram marketing tricks? Nah. Thanks, but no thanks.While trying to look “professional” and “polished,” I almost forgot the person behind the business.It’s me. Hi. I’m the problem. It’s me.

There was a reason I went from fitness coaching to psychological counseling in the first place:I wanted to go deeper. To actually help.To connect body, mind, and soul in a way that felt real.But somewhere along the line, I caught myself trying to look like one of those perfectly filtered Insta-coaches—smooth, polished, replaceable.But let’s be honest: it was my messy truth, my raw honesty, and my realness that brought you here in the first place, wasn’t it?

So yeah—even for someone who teaches identity for a living, staying true to myself isn’t always easy.But maybe that’s part of the magic. The mystery. The adventure.

So let’s drop the mask for a second.

Hi. I’m Josi. I’m 33. I’ve been through some shit.And that’s exactly why I help others—especially women—find their way back home to themselves.Not as a trendy mantra. But as a calling.My lived experience, paired with everything I’ve studied, has made me a guide for those ready to rewrite their lives from the inside out.

But I can only do that if I stay honest. With you. With myself.So from now on? No more ChatGPT-generated blog posts. No more soulless Instagram ads. No more chasing the next shiny opportunity.You’re getting me—unfiltered, unedited, and unapologetically real.My actual life. My actual business. No gloss. No glitter. No façade.

I’ve been under so much pressure to be constantly productive that I nearly forgot the one thing that actually matters: Being. Myself.

And guess what? That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.On social media. Here on the blog. At my events.And let me tell you—it already feels like oxygen.

I’m finally ready to show you what I’ve been working on these past few months—highs, lows, doubts, little wins, all of it.Are you ready to rediscover me with me?

But first—I want to show you that 2018 blog post.The one that pulled me back to my inner Carrie Bradshaw: raw, open, and probably just a little too honest.Enjoy the read. 🖤

And next week?I’ll be spilling all the tea on what dating looks like for me in 2025—and trust me, it’s gonna be a story.Stay tuned.

Truth be told, I really didn’t feel like writing this. Not the drama. Not the whole “sit down and write a blog post” thing.But hey—here you go: me, dating in 2018.

I seriously did not want to deal with it. Not the drama, not the sitting-down-and-writing-a-blog-post about it. Well, here you have it: Me, dating in 2018. 

I know, you must have so many questions about the silence but let's keep that for a different post.

I am sitting in my kitchen, half a bottle of wine down and waiting for the, hopefully hot, delivery man to bring me some sushi. edit: he wasn't hot

Maybe this is not the perfect state, or time to write a post like this but heeey.... what did ever stop me from making stupid mistakes, so here we are: 

Since my move from the UK, I have been rather busy and dating should really not be on top of my list. It really should be something like studying or work or going to the GYM. It is not... I like to date, I like to meet new people and go out to enjoy myself. Therefore, I started this whole dating thing because, really, who isn't looking for this special person on their side.

I have been in relationships most of my adult life and now is the first time I am actually properly single. The last time I was single for more than 3 months was in 2012. Which is like 100 years ago now. It feels like walking to your bed after you have switched the lights off in your room. It is just dark and confusing. 

So, here I am, all me and all the willing singles of Leipzig. You must be wondering what my strategy is, how I am approaching the males, how I am trying to make them mine... well, there is none. My dating routine basically takes place on tinder or I go out, talk a little, maybe sleep with him, create some crazy drama, look like a fool and then never talk to him again. I swear this is how it has been with every single dude I met since my arrival. I am really starting to wonder if I am nuts or just the people around me. My conclusion: a bit of both. 

However, I would like to state a very meaningful quote by a well-known person: 

"I don't love the drama, it loves me" - Taylor Swift

I have been trying so hard to be cool about it but it all comes back to the confidence-shit I am dealing with. People, you know what's up. I know who I want to be, and with work, Uni and social life I am this graceful confident lady, that I am so good at being. I know what I want, I know what I have to say to get what I want and need and I know how to be me with no filters or holdbacks BUT when it comes to men: I am a fucking mess. I real god damn mess. This whole tinder situation is not making things easier. I get the opportunity to take so much time editing my profile, making myself look amazing, add some sexy Insta pics and get it going. So, I am swiping my way through the six packs, travel, and mirror selfies or one of those with at least 5 dudes in one pic, where you never really know who it is. Then I get a match and 9 out of 10 will hit me up like: "What are you looking for on here?", which is the equivalent to: "Bitch, you hot, wanna hook up?". 

That means I meet about 1 decent person in 4 weeks. This is not necessarily bad. We would start talking and get into these really long and deep conversations about emotions and politics or just life in general because this is what I can do: write, confidently write and open up. 

What will happen after this, normally has only 2 outcomes:

A: Go on a date, feeling sexy and confident, hook up, maybe a couple times and then never see each other again. 

or

B: Go on a date, get super nervous and awkward, go home alone, create some drama and never talk to each other again. 

Let's talk about B because A is quite self-explanatory. What happens between 'going on a date' and 'never talk to each other again'? I wonder... I really do. Tell me please, is this just me or is this a tinder thing I am not aware of. Is this mentioned in the Ts & Cs? Excuse me....??

You must have so many questions, well I have so many questions too! First: Why? Why does this happen? How does it escalate so quickly and why does it happen so often. Why can I not be myself and just chill with the man? Why are some men making me feel so damn uncomfortable while others don't bother me at all? 

My theory: the ones that make me so nervous have potential but why I am so extremely nervous? I swear, it is like in these American teen movies where the girls get so clumsy and dumb when they sit in front of a guy they like. 

You'd love to watch me. I am sure of that. 

I wish I could be so confident and carefree when it comes to dating like I am with all the other parts of my life. I want to walk into a date like nothing matters and then see where it takes me. Just go there, relax, have a great conversation and just chill. I am normally so good at this, talking to people and making friends is one of the easiest things to do for me. However, the moment I meet my date, I literally start to panic. It scares me not knowing where things go and how they move forward...or don't. 

This is so strange. When I moved to Germany, nothing was set in stone, nothing was planned and I just had to wait and see and it worked out so damn nice. 

I think I should take my own advice and just calm the fuck down. If I force it and trying too hard, it will go nowhere from the start. Just let it go and wait and see where it takes me because, after all, the next date is only one swipe away. This sounded so shady... I really don't like it. Here we go again: ... because, after all, whoever I am looking for will find his way to me one day and he will stay and even if I behave like the most awkward person in the beginning, he wouldn't mind. 

I do believe in this. I would never, or not anymore, settle for less, settle for someone who does not make me happy or only looks good on paper. 

Then there is also C: I am a hopeless romantic. I need the magic, I need the drama, I need the fights and making up and if it does not fit perfectly, I don't mind as long as he makes me feel good about me, about him and just about the whole damn world and if he doesn't we land right back at points A or B and the cycle continues...

xx Josi