// Exactly one year ago – back at my happy place
I’m standing on the beach in Sao Miguel do Gostoso, Brazil, wind on my face, salt in my hair, sandy feet, big smile. I just came out of the water after my first kite session, feeling like a different person. I am landlocked, having no proper kite spots close to my hometown Munich, Germany, and I haven’t kited for half a year. The only thing I saw for the past weeks was rain. Going to work while it was still dark and returning back home in darkness.
Now, as I’m sitting down under a palm tree with the first fresh coconut water of the vacation, I’m thinking to myself how incredible kitesurfing makes me feel. I’m alive. Even though I just kited for two hours and my body is a bit tired, I feel totally energized, happiness flowing, and an endless smile on my face. I realize that I feel most like myself when I’m on the water. It’s my happy place, it’s where I feel at home.
// How the kitesurf addiction started
Photo by: kitexcite.com
// Trying to fit into a normal life
Back in Munich, I got a job right away in a really great design and advertising agency with a great boss, an amazing team and cool projects. Still, in the following 3 years, my whole free time centered around kitesurfing even though I didn’t live close to a kite spot. All my holidays would go to the windiest places and during winter time my anti-depressant would be watching kite movies or researching kite spots I would like to travel to next. I couldn’t stand being in Munich without having booked the next kitesurf holiday.
So I always booked the next holiday shortly after I returned from one, otherwise I would be a depressed little wreck – ask my family and friends, I was no fun. Still, I thought the whole time to myself I should be happy with such a great job, cool friends, and living in such a nice city. I thought that my little first-world problems were no real problems, so I tried to pull it together. The memories of my life in Cabarete were fading and it seemed more like a dream than an experience I really made.
// The moment I realized I couldn’t “pull it together” anymore
// Living a life where I kept on waiting for the weekend
// The quest for a lifestyle change that would fit me
// At the tipping point
In May 2015 I visited the DNX Berlin, a digital nomad conference with workshops around the topic. I had no clue really what it was all about but all the topics in the program sounded very interesting and it made me super excited. Being on the conference was like an emotional outburst. There she was again, the person that felt alive and excited and keen to do stuff. Talking to like-minded people, hearing about the pros and cons of the lifestyle, and seeing the variety of ways how to live that lifestyle, were so fulfilling for a change.
Finally I realized, I was the creator of my lifestyle and made my own rules, taking back full responsibility for my life. It simply clicked. Every talk I heard on the conference gave me goosebumps several times and every hour further on I was more sure I just had to go for it. And without me having decided it consciously I heard myself talking to people about my plans. It just bubbled out. Although I still had no idea how to deal with the consequences, the immense change of lifestyle and how I would acquire all the skills and money needed for it.
// The solution
The solution was so simple, it was there the whole time, and maybe you are thinking now „What took her so long to realize that??!!“ Well it took me so long because there were tons of fears, expectations, norms, and images of what defined success and what I wanted for my future. I had to fight through those first.