I’ll Never Become “Normal”

Some people still hope for me to become “normal”.

As if there’s only one correct version.

But I’ve never followed the “normal” route:

→ I was the only one to go abroad to the US at 16

→ I was the only one who went to a different high school

→ I was the only one to intern for his interests (journalism)

→ I was the only one who left his hometown Bremen after

→ I was the only one who dropped out to found a startup

→ I left a stable job to get into SaaS and move to Portugal

→ I got sick and used contrarian approaches to solve it

→ I used my journalist-founder-style to become the top AE

→ I left another stable job to join the largest coaching org

→ Through my coaching, decided to become a solopreneur

So yeah, who gets to define what “normal” is?

What everyone else is doing or thinking? 

No thank you, that is too limiting for me.

My grandpa was a two-time refugee.

Trained artist, turned salesman, old school.

He taught me to think for myself, say what I think, and

have high standards of excellence for myself and others.

As a result, some people didn’t like him. But not one person 

disrespected him––especially his family, colleagues, clients.

That is my kind of normal.

How normal are you?