The financial side of money is not complicated. It is the emotional side that causes us problems.
Treat Your Money Like a Lover
The ingredients for a deep and intimate relationship between two people are the same as those we need for a good and loving relationship with ourselves and our Money. This is where my program“Treat Your Money Like a Lover” comes from – a concept that will turn your view on self-love and the relationship with your money in a good way upside down. Or, as a participant said:
„I love the way you talk about uncomfortable things like money and self-love!”
1:1 Coaching "Just You"
For all the issues around money. For beginners or advanced. For a specific topic or the big picture. 1:1 sessions with me via phone, Skype or in person.
I don’t have an approach or a template you can follow. You alone are the agenda and you determine the direction. Your transformation is the only goal. That’s why I want to get to know you, before we decide if we want to work together.
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“Asking you for help was the best decision I made in years.”
Six years ago in March. The day that I thought I would die.
But as it turned out, it was only the life I knew until then that had to end. Lulled in to a false sense of security by six years of getting my invoices paid on time, I committed the cardinal fault of all freelancers: I didn't build up any reserves for hard times. But now the payments were coming in six to eight weeks late. My credit line was often at its limit. I used my tax reserves to cover running expenses. And to cap it off I received a letter from the IRS teaching me a new word: retroactive advance. Meaning they wanted money, a lot of money, as an advance for the previous year.
The only place I thought I could turn to was my bank. But the same credit institute that tried to lure me into prolonging my loan only two months ago, now couldn't 'constitute my wishes' anymore. Neither the full amount nor half of it or anything. A good reminder of the old saying: Be careful what you wish for. Because when I made my last payment for the old loan I swore to myself to never, ever again take on another credit. The emotional prize I paid for the last ten years was simply too high. Seems the bank had answered my prayer.
But the prize of freedom was even higher. Or so it felt. In my mind's eye I saw the bailiff put his sticker on everything I owned – which wasn't much to begin with. I was paralyzed by fear of losing everything. I could not eat, I could not sleep, I could not think. Like a deer in the headlights I froze and didn't know what to do.
My sister's offer to lend me a part of the money awakened me from my state of shock. As soon as I could breathe a little easier and my brain got its necessary supply of oxygen again I realized I needed help. Big time. This whole dilemma didn't happen overnight. For years my credit line had been my 'second salary' and up to this date everything always worked out somehow. But I was done with 'somehow'. I wanted to understand why I had a handle on all parts of my life except money.