My year 2022 started enthusiastically.
Pure adventurous spirit! Opportunities presented themselves that helped me grow. Personally and with my new business, with which I would have liked to have gotten off to a flying start. But first I had to realize that it takes a lot of preparation to build an online business. I learned so much from it. I love learning! Unfortunately, I lost it because I completely misjudged it! Still, I stuck with it. Giving up is not an option for me! I'm too much of a fighter for that. The first part of the year started really well and the last part of the year also brought me together with people who
enrich me in every respect!
My adventure gene also came into its own: Madrid, Sicily, Africa Festival, deepening Kizomba dancing, Morocco, music festival, desert days and time with friends and family.
Looking back, the year 2022 is for me a year of self-discovery, cultivating friendships, family time, learning, growth and, surprisingly, at the very end: loving!
My annual review of my own goals for 2022
Looking forward to a new adventure , a new field of learning, something I had wanted for a long time: WRITE.
In January 2022 my blog adventure started with Judith Peters alla Sympatexter .
Even though I didn't produce that many blog posts (17 posts in total) in my first year as a blogger, the suggested topics helped me get clarity on how to move on without my theater life and what kind of new business I want to create .
In my motto for 2022 I wrote:
This is how I take my place and keep my focus!
These were the topics that occupied me and whose tasks I would like to grow with:
- Build an online business
- coaching
- Expand retreats with women's issues
- Organize more desert retreats
Did I achieve everything I wanted to achieve?
- NO!
I still haven't started an online business! - It didn't fail because of ideas, but because I was getting bogged down in my choice of topics and thinking about how I can combine all my knowledge and, in combination, could offer women added value.
However, what I have achieved in 2022:
- My desert retreat for March 2023 is sold out!
It's had to be canceled on and off for the past two years, and while I was sad about it at times, I knew I just needed patience. The reputation of the desert is strong. When one hears a call so strongly, one knows that realization is coming at the right time, at a time allotted for it. And now the time has come! In 2023 there will finally be the desert trip with women .
And twice.
- I hosted a women's retreat
in the Erzgebirge and with 4 women.
Here I could feel and see how the power of dance into femininity , with the themes of self-worth, self-love and the connecting power among women, is exactly what I would like to continue to offer, because the joy of women and their subsequent courageous steps, very fulfilling and make you happy. My personal experiences and dealing with my issues have made me the woman I am today: a heart opener, motivator, energetic therapist, consultant, healer and passionate, expressive artist who touches people with her sensitivity and encourages them to follow their path to walk, taking her by the hand and in his arms.
A thirst for adventure, massages, yoga and Corona
in January and February . Back from Sicily after 6 months living and working by the sea.
First at my home in southern Germany, where I meet my son and friends.
I enjoy the rich exchange, eating together, fun and discussions and this cozy feeling of home in the cold. I find that living mostly in the south with lots of sun, I love the grey, cold weather here. In February I'm going to the Ore Mountains because I teach yoga in the hotel and give massages.
That's where I meet my family again.
We in the family work, live and study in different places around the world. My two nephews are currently studying in Madrid.
Heard.
pleased. Booked! I'm flying to Madrid in March. I usually follow my impulses enthusiastically and spontaneously, because I know that later the voice will appear in me that asks me quietly:
does it have to be now?
Yes, must be! An adventurous life wants to be experienced in its fullness. And I want to go to Madrid! But first, exactly on February 16th, I get chills from now on afterwards and then lie in bed with Corona for 8 days.
At the hotel. With good care and food I feed myself again.
Madrid and Kizomba: Taste life!
In March I'll fly to Madrid and spend 3 days intensively learning and experiencing
Kizomba “Kizomba is also referred to as the “inner art of dance”, whereby a so-called flow of energy is created between the partners, which, however, cannot be seen from the outside. In order to be able to imagine this better, this dance is also often compared to the Tango Argentino, whereby the positions and posture can be completely transferred to the Kizomba dance” Lisa
There are 400 participants from all over the world in this huge hall.
It's pretty new to me. I've already learned to dance salsa and tango, but not kizomba yet. Splendid! I'm overwhelmed, yet I love it very much! Then I ended up in the coolest hotel in Madrid. It was in the hip Lavapiés and very close to where my two nephews, Aaron and Noah, lived.
This hostel was great, hip, urban and super cozy!
I felt so comfortable here that I only spent one evening in the lounge, which was also the entrance area, in order to enjoy, pay homage to and live this lifestyle. I feel like a student. The Lavapiés district is a melting pot of cultures and traditions, the district of immigrants and for that reason one of the most traditional districts of Madrid.
It's the neighborhood's diverse gastronomic scene, offering specialties from around the world, the dance and drinking venues, the atmosphere...
everything! I'm totally in love with this city and the nightlife, which offers a colorful mix of reggae, hip-hop, rock, flamenco, salsa, kizomba and belly dance.
When I walk the streets of a foreign city, I feel infused with a glowing presence.
On the way to the old tobacco factory I pass a playground.
In the corner there are Muslim women with colorful headscarves and dressing gowns.
They stand together with their children. Men sit much further away.
Black men. I stop abruptly. One of the men has his cellphone turned on full with loud music. There's that kizomba rhythm again.
I would love to start dancing right away. But of course I keep going. What a pity! One could be much cheekier and braver for the non-recurring, special moments in life.
Garage doors are sprayed with graffiti .
I'm looking for the famous graffiti artworks of the streets. But unfortunately I can't find it. I don't have a guide with me. Everything suddenly becomes Arabic. I love that. I always have an attraction to this world. That's why I also go to a small fruit shop and shop there to hear and breathe in the language and the smells of the oriental world. I love cultural multi-societies. That's why I liked living in New York once. Shopping: In I buy something colorful for spring.
It's about time! I've worn black for too long. But now I want to wear colors and my new vitality wants to expand, it wants to taste life !
Madrid.
Madrid! Madrid...I'm so happy to be here! There were other times in my life too.
Times when I walked the streets with my head hanging, only able to perceive the stories in my head.
Life and joie de vivre meandered past me. I had lost the connection to myself.
There was no more euphoria, no enthusiasm, I had lost everything that was alive.
The head can be a prison.
But I landed in my heart.
And I welcome life
with all its possibilities and adventures with open arms.
I'm back in my powerful energy!
Dancing, meeting friends and African culture in Sicily
In May , after meeting in Stuttgart with the Content Society blogger group and Judith Peters, I fly back to Sicily.
Since 2020 I live here at least 6 months a year. I am picked up by my friend Mirella in Palermo and we go straight to St. Agata to an Africa festival where we spend 3 intense days of African dances. I fall in love with this so nice, swinging dance Semba
There are many from Switzerland.
We Europeans “need” the African culture for our heart energy! She shows us how life can go: so much laughter, so much fun, so much lightness and joie de vivre, most Africans have that ahead of us.
Back in Cefalù, I'm looking forward to my girlfriend, who is coming from Germany, and we will nourish our thirty-year friendship ties by spending time together.
Quite spontaneously, another friend comes along for a few days and I think to myself that it's actually not that important anymore to live in Germany in order to meet up. When more friends come to Sicily, I throw a little party. My Tunisian friends here in Sicily cook a very tasty fish couscous and we all have fun dancing, eating, talking and drumming.
La dolce vita!
When everyone leaves, I continue with my massage treatments and yoga classes.
Woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown
This headline is inspired by the film by Pedro Almodóvar: "Women on the verge of nervous breakdowns ". Because that's how I felt at the end of this summer of 2022 and I had completely lost all joy in learning. I've been on the verge of a nervous breakdown
can teach Launch&Sell immediately afterwards SIGRUN book.
I had completely misjudged myself!
The next three months were just awful! All participants had already taken part in the important pre-course KICKSTART.
This preparatory course is actually a prerequisite for the Launch&Sell course.
I don't know where I wasn't listening properly, but all these technical demands brought me to the brink of a nervous breakdown.
Every Monday morning I opened my laptop and looked at the tasks.
I cried, cursed, was sometimes angry, sometimes disillusioned, wanted to give up everything and finally bit my way through. Each of us also had a "buddy" to chat with... if you could. My buddy had already done the pre-course at SIGRUN and even two other courses with her, but even she dropped out halfway through because the demands at this rate led to a burnout!
So I didn't have a buddy anymore either. BUT, this community was great! They always helped if you asked any questions so it was definitely very positive! Although I really liked the business lady in red and her team was super supportive, this course was way too overloaded!!
Nevertheless, I stuck with it until the end after I got
virtual assistant I still managed to do my 3-day online course and got Corona the same night.
I was lying flat. When everyone finally met online again (in the red dress) to celebrate their successes, I was there too.
Of course I also had something to celebrate: My courage and my deeper understanding of online business.
When only a few of the many participants shared their successes and non-successes on the screen, I was quite surprised! There were few women who had successfully sold anything. I wasn't the exception! And although many already had so much experience.
My conclusion:
- In order to stick with something, it is better to take small steps per day or to accomplish smaller tasks than to do too much in a short time. With this extremely fast pace of this course, I unfortunately completely lost the desire to learn.
- And: I haven't written a single blog post since then and lost interest there too!
- Do I really have to do EVERYTHING myself? After this course I say: NO, I don't have to anymore! I can also give something away!
- For me, the course was like a school course, the structure of which I would not completely copy again. Everything needs individuality and the use of one's own intuition.
Positive and what I had learned anyway:
- Getting out of my comfort zone by doing a lot myself.
- I created and delivered an amazing 3 day online course!
- Now have a charming, very young virtual assistant.
- I now know how to create a customer profile and who my customers could be
- I'm more present on social media and can even shoot reels now. Not the most important thing, but it's fun and actually gets you far.
- Manage newsletters and campaigns.
- A good online community is worth its weight in gold and I like it very much!
I don't want to miss this exchange anymore! - I have now understood that the year 2022 served as a preparation for me. I'm sure it will bear fruit at the right time.
Desert Music Festival and Soccer Fever in Morocco
The end of summer is fast approaching and I'm flying back to Germany in October to pack my suitcase for the desert music festival Taragalte in M'hamid El Ghizlane in southern Morocco.
The last time I was at this traditional festival was in November 2018. Finally you can enter Morocco again without being vaccinated and without having to do a PCR test. For a long time it looked like we, my girlfriend and I would not be able to get a flight to Morocco for the festival.
I was about to give up when the opportunity to fly over Agadir presented itself. Then it would only be 7 hours by taxi through the desert moonscape from Agadir to M'Hamid. But like so often this year, things turned out differently!
We flew from Karlsruhe and had to wait 10 hours at the airport due to a technical problem on the plane. When we arrive in Agadir at midnight, our driver is still waiting for us at the exit. It will be a long drive, as our driver also has to sleep from time to time. So we're on the road for 12 hours until we finally, finally arrive at Omar's. The heart house of M'Hamid. The three-day music festival begins the next day.
We are driven from the small town to the desert by jeeps, which takes only 20 minutes. And for pickup, all we have to do is call Omar.
What service! The Queens have arrived! The program is wonderful again!
My heart always beats faster when I hear this music from Mali, dance to it and spend time between the dunes with the festival participants. My favorite band isn't there this time, but the famous front man, guitarist Abdallah Ag Alhousseini from the famous music group Tinariwen from Mali is.
The festival runs for a total of 3 days.
Here locals sell tea, food, towels, handicrafts, etc. There are also workshops on how to knot a carpet, for example It is the first festival to take place again after two years of absence (due to Corona).
It's much smaller this time and it hasn't lost any of its uniqueness and beauty. The Gnawa musicians are just as much a part of the festival as the many bands, many of which are based on the musical influence of Tinariwen, whose founder Ibrahim Ag Alhabib underscores their music with the electric guitar.
The electric guitar as a sign of the revolution. Their music was linked to the cause – the Tuareg struggle for education, independence and political freedom. They are rebels fighting for their freedom in the conflict-ridden state of Mali. Tinariwen's songs are about hope, struggle and exile in settlements and camps across the Sahara.
A month later I fly to Marrakech again and spend 10 days there with Moroccan friends.
How nice, I'm in Morocco during the soccer World Cup.
We watch the game in a bar. I'm the only woman watching the game against France. Right at the beginning a goal was scored by the other side and at that very moment the screen went blank. Strangely, no one gets upset out loud. In Germany, that would probably not have happened without scolding. The Moroccans remain calm. A talent that they naturally carry within themselves: simply accepting the things that cannot be changed. The football game ends in favor of the French. When the decisive goal was scored, both of my acquaintances suddenly stood up. What now I ask? We go is the answer. There is no longer any interest in watching this game to the end.
I'm back in southern Germany in time to celebrate Christmas with my son and friends.
The year 2022 was very exciting and also very varied!
The time that raced! I look forward to 2023!
My first desert trip in March is fully booked and I am preparing further trips to Morocco.
In February I'll go ice swimming and then I'll teach two women's retreats in the Ore Mountains.
I haven't thought about my motto for the year yet.
In any case, I am very well rested and looking forward to life with its unforeseen surprises.
Dancer, Teacher, Healer, Bodyworker
Dear Nora Curcio, that reads very interesting, honestly critical of the task that was given to you and which you then approached in your own way.
And yes, your temperament and passion can really be read between the lines! Desert oh yes, it also cast a spell on me, the wind, the vastness and this incredibly “loud” silence that leads you to yourself. Like the forest and the dance. Thanks for the encounter ❤️