The time is never right: How to step out of your comfort zone!

The time is never right: How to step out of your comfort zone!

“Do not wait: the time will never be ‘just right’. Start where you stand, and work whatever tools you may have at your command and better tools will be found as you go along.”

― Napoleon Hill

The goal with some of my projects is to get people to step away from clichés & limiting believes; clichés about people, countries and the believe of what is possible. To step out of their ‘comfort zone = the what I think I know and be happy with it’ & to take the step, get out there and ‘experience’ the world for themselves – it broadens the way you think & opens you up to possibilities.

Last time I spoke about what inspired me to do my last project: initially I wanted to learn a new skill and this time it was all about Bushcraft (more about this later) – being able to take a knife, a small backpack & use my environment to survive; wrap it up into an exciting project: finding out what cliches the Brits have about Germany (and actually to kick-ass of what I thought people think about Germans & Germany), explore the UK & of course to have a physical challenge.

Now I have ticked off the first part (crossing Scotland) it’s easy for me to talk about ‘having been out on an adventure’: I walked 200miles across Scotland, dived into the Highlands and watched the sunrise over the snow covered mountain peaks, enjoyed solitude, grew as a person by being mentally challenged with the stillness around me, tasted great Scottish craftsmanship such as home-brewed Loch Lomond beer (tag), discovered the existence of historical hiking trails such as the West Highland-, the Allander- & the John Muir Way. I learned about Scotland and it’s gems through directly experiencing it. The adventure cracked open habits that I had accumulated & reminded me of what is possible again & I found inspiration for my 2nd book (if you have missed my first one – Don’t just talk, do it – check it out here & grab a free chapter).

Along the West-Highland Way!

Along the West-Highland Way! words.

…no words.


Solitude !

Solitude !


Magical moments !

Magical moments !


Interviews & Insights!

Interviews & Insights!

But – and here comes a big BUT – it was not easy to get the project going. Initially I set out to do cross the whole of the UK & having the bushcraft skills described above. As the journey went I realised it took more time to learn the skills & the time simply didn’t feel right: I was building up a base-camp in London (business & flat) – had committed to projects such teaming up with Balance Physio Performance and had signed up for a big business seminar with T Harv Ekert (can only recommend to check it out) & had to pay off a big bill (something I had never committed to before). I was so used to focus solely on one project (such as my Three Border Triathlon and this time I had no head-space for it. It wasn’t until I realised the following:

  • I can’t put something on hold because it doesn’t fit the way I had usually done it because it would mean to deprive me of drives me !! For me adventures are my lifestyle, a way of thinking. I realised I had to become more flexible towards my approach of adventuring (instead of 2-months, what is it that I can create for a 2-weeks period that is going to tick all my boxes). It was time to learn and do things differently & challenge my way of thinking.
  • The time is never going to be right & if I feel stuck then I know my mind has run out of options and it’s time to crack it open
  • I was stuck in daily habits which made me feel rigid & reminded me of a Mo to Sun routine (& with this I felt my brain started to shrink down to think BIG).
  • Life will always throw different things into your life; I can choose to allow them to control me or become better of handling them and keep asking myself what is really important to me right now
  • When I take the day for granted it’s time to get out !!

Was it easy – hell no. I was attached to the project that I initially had set out to do but in order to give me the satisfaction of ‘doing’ I simply had to let go – so I just took the plug. Believe I had a big emotional roller coaster going through me. But I decided on a date 2-weeks ahead, decided to be on the road for 2-weeks, kept the planning low key, decided not to share it in real-time, skip involving sponsors & trust that I work out the route on the way. The goal was to just go & create movement in the project.

And guess what as soon as I decided, I felt the flow again, saw options & reminded myself of my core driving force. I felt the aliveness, the curiosity & the excitement. And once I got back, everything changed – the flow & the momentum where back in the game: I got kicked out by my landlord which made me find the perfect flat, decided to stop working with one company in London that wasn’t really in alignment with my core values, met new communities and simply raised the bar of the game I played. This is the Power of Adventuring – the time is never right & this is when you simply have to go!

Now I love to hear from you: 

What is a project that you love to do & what is holding you back from making it real? 

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My way of celebrating our team winning the World-Cup

Diving into the historical landmarks of my hometown in Germany.

When I woke up this morning, I knew that I wanted to start the day with a nice swim; feeling the freshness of the water around me, looking at the crystal blue surface of the pool & being surrounded by the stillness of the cold-wet with my head immersed in it’s deep blue vastness. Plus of course to knock out a training session to step up my endurance & speed-work after working on my new technique during spring time.

Everyone who knows me, knows that I like to spice things up and make them interesting. So instead of heading out for just a swim, I chose to combine it with bathing myself in the landmarks and historical locations of my hometown in Germany. Call it my way of celebrating the victory of winning the world cup (well done guys). So, I was born and bred in Dortmund (North-Rhine Westphalia) but had never visited the 50m lido near the city ‘Volksgarten’ before. Don’t ask me why.

Today was the day and I was excited – I walked into the lido & it looks as if the modern time had by-passed the establishment that was founded 1926 and was one of the main swimming-competition pools in the earlier days. The biggest soccer stadium in Germany stands out in the back, clearly visible through the yellow steel framworks supporting the roof. It felt great and made the session even more exciting – every time when breathing in, I would see the stadium or the row of trees passing by.

Not only did I have a great swim (inspired and frustrated at the same time as my fellow lane swimmer overtook me again and again) but I also learned something new about my birthplace and it’s history: Gudrun one of the swim trainers who was cutting the roses told me that the lido was occupied by England after the 2nd World War and no German had permission to enter the lido unless they had a hyginic certificate. She also pointed out that the starting blocks 1 and 8 where missing, giving the hint that the basin had been reduced. Behind the main pool – which was one of the major locations for competitive swimming in Dortmund in the earlier days – the other basin fell short by 1m due to the separating bridge. With 49m it didn’t make it to competition standards. Last but not least: the visitor platform is missing nowadays as it had to move aside for the gatewaz when the ‘Signal Iduna Park’ = the stadium was build in 1974.

Today’s swim was not just a swim but a discovery and a dive into it the past of Dortmunds history.


A German conquering Scotland

Yes, I am German !!

I am proud to say this (not just because the German soccer team has beaten Brazil 7:1 in the World Cup yesterday) but because I simply am; I was born and bred in Germany, in a little town an hour east from the dutch border, 2hours north-west from Frankfurt and nearly 3hours drive south-west from Hamburg. A little suburb, in the heart of fields and woods & 119 coal pits – in the middle of the so called “Ruhr-Pott”. If people ask me where I am from now I can easily say: Germany … but it wasn’t always this way.

Going back in time until just recently, people asking me:  Where are you from? I would have answered: “Well, from Europe?” or would have played the game “Where do you think I am from?” (only to prove they wouldn’t be able to guess it & tapping my ego’s shoulder for it’s skill of expertise in hiding my accent) – most of the time they would guess South African or Dutch, but barely German. Why did I have such a problem with it. The answer: clichés.

I am not a “fricking” (excuse my language) beer-drinking Dirndl (female version of Lederhosen) that eats Bratwurst for breakfast & is the structured efficiency in person (although I have to say that I have some of these good traits) – I was stunned of how less people knew about countries apart from the minor traits they picked up from watching too much TV or living in memories of visiting the Oktoberfest. So what was the turning point for me – two things:



Number 1: It was not about the cliches people had about Germany but that I took it personal & did not want to be connected to it – I was as rigid in my mind as the people I was talking to about this topic.

Number 2: I realised, to the hell with clichés – let’s explore what people really think & know about Germany and why it is the way it is.

This is when my last adventure-project came to life – call it a project for healing myself, connecting countries or simply a crazy German proving & destroying the Scots view on what is “Typical German” –