Jutta Klipsch

11/11/2025

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦, 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲. 𝐏𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐝. 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝...

I finally have the day I’ve been longing for: the kind of day I kept postponing because I was “too busy” handling everything else. A whole damn day to create. To write. To dream. To plan. To finally get clear. And yet, here I sit… pi**ed off with myself.

Because as I slow down enough to listen, I’m struck by the truth:

I’ve let so much time slip through my fingers. I’ve handed over too much of myself, like my time, my energy, my goals.

I’ve become aware that again I allowed people and outside circumstances to run my life. And now, the silence is deafening. It’s confronting. Because I see it. I feel it. And I can’t unsee it anymore.
And the irony? I look at my unfinished book - that I've started seven years ago – with the title:

“𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅(*$𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐬?”

How’s that for irony? The title hits me and wakes me up!

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥…

I thought by now I’d have it all figured out. But the truth? The wild, beautiful truth? We never really have it all together. There’s always another layer, another truth, another level of stripping down the BS.

Another version of “getting real.” … and you never know when the old patterns slowly creeping in again through the backdoor! How the heck did they get the keys, I would like to know!

Maybe today, I don’t need to create the perfect post or finish the next business plan. Maybe today is about looking in the mirror and not flinching. Not looking away. Maybe it’s about finally being honest with myself. About where I am, who I am, and what I’m no longer willing to tolerate, from others AND myself.

Well, sometimes being pi**ed off and angry at self is good - if you take time, and have the courage, to look!

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧… 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!

And without that flame burning quietly inside, there’s no real authenticity. Just noise. Masks. Pretending. Showing up like we’ve got it all handled when inside we’re barely hanging on. Life becomes a theatre, and we start collecting roles like costumes.

𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒?
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛?

We stay on that stage, smiling, performing, and terrified someone might boo. Or worse… REALLY see us.

But here’s the plot twist: we’re not just scared of being judged. We’re scared of showing up. Scared to be seen in our vulnerability, our mess, our realness. Because to be real is to be exposed. And being exposed feels like standing in front of a lion called “judgment” and being afraid it will devour us any second.

But what if…

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞?

What if we chose to be bold, not for the likes, not for the recognition, but for ourselves?

Because with time comes more clarity. With experiences comes deeper wisdom. And with truth comes a choice: pretend… or be real.

And as I write this, I feel lighter. Calmer. A little more whole. I created something from deep inside, and yeah, I feel better. It’s not polished. It’s not perfect. But it’s me.

Funny, the word I created for myself this morning was simple:

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝. Not bold for others. Not bold as a performance. Not bold as a brand.

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐦𝐞! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟!

Because sometimes, you don’t need to shout it to the world.
You just need to say it to yourself and mean it.

Sometimes, being bold is looking yourself in the mirror and saying:
“𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.”

So yeah, today… it’s not about changing the world or posting a perfect reel.

It’s about being bold with myself.
It’s about being real. Raw. Honest. Unfiltered.

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟*&𝐢̂𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧!

Cartoon: Michael Barnes

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21/10/2025

If you life around Noble Park and need to reset and unwind - this is the place to be on Friday.

We do some journaling and reflacting, yoga and sound healing - be there at 6:30 pm - start at 6:45pm. ❤ ❤ ❤

You will recharge and rewind! ❤

Book in comments!

15/10/2025

💫𝗡𝗼 𝗩𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 - 𝗡𝗼 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 💜

If you truly want to be authentic, you have to be vulnerable.
They walk hand in hand - one cannot exist without the other. 🌿

When I conduct Being Profile® Briefings, I often hear:

“Oh, I’m authentic. I’m vulnerable.”

And yet, after answering 244 questions and seeing their results,
many realise that what they thought was vulnerability… was often protection.

That moment of awareness changes everything. 💜

They begin to see where they’ve been performing, hiding or holding back, and finally meet themselves truthfully!

Vulnerability isn’t weakness!

It’s the Courage to be seen.
It’s where Connection, Growth and true Wellbeing begin.

As Gabor Maté says - authenticity isn’t a fluffy idea,
it’s the foundation of our health and wholeness.

So here’s my invitation to you:

✨ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤.
✨ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥.
✨ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

If you’re curious what your own Being Profile® might reveal,
send me a message - I’d love to explore it with you. 🌸

13/10/2025

Wisdom… Communities … Love … 🩷

This was written by Chief Dan George, in 1972..

"In the course of my lifetime I have lived in two distinct cultures. I was born into a culture that lived in communal houses. My grandfather’s house was eighty feet long. It was called a smoke house, and it stood down by the beach along the inlet. All my grandfather’s sons and their families lived in this dwelling. Their sleeping apartments were separated by blankets made of bull rush weeds, but one open fire in the middle served the cooking needs of all.

In houses like these, throughout the tribe, people learned to live with one another; learned to respect the rights of one another. And children shared the thoughts of the adult world and found themselves surrounded by aunts and uncles and cousins who loved them and did not threaten them. My father was born in such a house and learned from infancy how to love people and be at home with them.

And beyond this acceptance of one another there was a deep respect for everything in Nature that surrounded them. My father loved the Earth and all its creatures. The Earth was his second mother. The Earth and everything it contained was a gift from See-see-am… and the way to thank this Great Spirit was to use his gifts with respect.

This was the culture I was born into and for some years the only one I really knew or tasted. This is why I find it hard to accept many of the things I see around me.

I see people living in smoke houses hundreds of times bigger than the one I knew. But the people in one apartment do not even know the people in the next and care less about them.

It is also difficult for me to understand the deep hate that exists among people. It is hard to understand a culture that justifies the killing of millions in past wars, and it at this very moment preparing bombs to kill even greater numbers. It is hard for me to understand a culture that spends more on wars and weapons to kill, than it does on education and welfare to help and develop.

It is hard for me to understand a culture that not only hates and fights his brothers but even attacks Nature and abuses her. I see my white brothers going about blotting out Nature from his cities. I see him strip the hills bare, leaving ugly wounds on the face of mountains. I see him tearing things from the bosom of Mother Earth as though she were a monster, who refused to share her treasures with him. I see him throw poison in the waters, indifferent to the life he kills there; as he chokes the air with deadly fumes.

My white brother does many things well for he is more clever than my people but I wonder if he has ever really learned to love at all. Perhaps he only loves the things that are his own but never learned to love the things that are outside and beyond him. And this is, of course, not love at all, for man must love all creation or he will love none of it. Man must love fully or he will become the lowest of the animals. It is the power to love that makes him the greatest of them all… for he alone of all animals is capable of [a deeper] love.

Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint. Without love our self esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world. Instead we turn inwardly and begin to feed upon our own personalities and little by little we destroy ourselves.

You and I need the strength and joy that comes from knowing that we are loved. With it we are creative. With it we march tirelessly. With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others.

I am afraid my culture has little to offer yours. But my culture did prize friendship and companionship. It did not look on privacy as a thing to be clung to, for privacy builds walls and walls promote distrust. My culture lived in big family communities, and from infancy people learned to live with others.

My culture did not prize the hoarding of private possessions, in fact, to hoard was a shameful thing to do among my people. The Indian looked on all things in Nature as belonging to him and he expected to share them with others and to take only what he needed.

Everyone likes to give as well as receive. No one wishes only to receive all the time. We have taken something from your culture… I wish you had taken something from our culture, for there were some beautiful and good things in it.

The only thing that can truly help us is genuine love.."

~Chief Dan George was a leader of the Tsleil-Waututh Nation as well as a beloved actor, musician, poet and author. He was born in North Vancouver in 1899 and died in 1981. This essay first appeared in the North Shore Free Press on March 1, 1972.

11/10/2025

Join us for an intimate, heart-led Women’s Circle designed to nurture emotional healing, clarity, and feminine connection filled with bliss!

05/10/2025

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05/10/2025

LIVING LIBRARY EXPERIENCE

“It is better to be hated for who you are than loved for who you are not.”

Meet Jutta Klipsch - Transformational Coaching, who transformed the cruel question “Who do you think you are?” into a powerful declaration “Here I am.” At 60+, she chose herself after 16 years of being told her dreams didn’t matter.

Her journey from stuck to free:

• Lost $20,000 to a con artist but gained self-trust
• Left a 19-year job when the Universe made staying impossible
• Healed domestic violence trauma while building her coaching practice
• Stopped seeking permission and started taking up space
• Became a lighthouse for other women to rise in truth

This isn’t about positive thinking - it’s about taking full ownership of your response-ability.

Ready to stop being a passive victim and become an active agent in your life?

Join Jutta for this transformative author session

Living Library & Book Launch Wednesday, 22 October 2025
6:00pm - 9:00pm
Five Farms, 100 Wild Goose Way, Clyde North Light supper included
https://wmiw.com.au/events/networkingnight-oct2025/?