Finding myself sent away from the family home at 19 was a harsh reality. I had everything and in a fraction of time I had only a backpack and a suitcase. I was stupid, I deserved it in so many ways; my mother tried to educate me to be honest and hard working but she was confronted by my stupidity and could not handle it anymore.
Since then I had to learn about life without support from anyone, making thousands of mistakes in my twenties while attempting to build businesses and careers I really wasn’t ready to take on. I, like my father, thought I had everything I needed to be successful without putting too much effort toward what I thought were my goals.
In my thirties I found my path. I begun wanting to achieve goals with a clear understanding of the amount of work and commitment needed. I started to analyse my choices and to listen to my heart, I started moving toward what was making sense to me.
A few years ago I had the opportunity of exploring coaching and I discovered that the past 2 decades gave me an incredible amount of life experiences and if I drew from them, I could possibly help other people understanding certain aspect of life that are recurrent in the pursue of an artistic career or in fact, any career.
2015 marks my 47th birthday and 28 years from the last day I lived in my family home. My coaching has taken full shape and I’ve been very fortunate to have met so many artists who believed in what I had to share and offer.