Jutta Klipsch

16/02/2026

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 (𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞) 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲…

Once upon a time I had a dream: I wanted to become a psychologist.

At 38 - with two little kids - and after enduring an abusive marriage, I went back and did my VCE (Victorian Certificate of Education - for those non-Australians). I actually got into university… but it was too far away, life was full, and I didn’t start.

A few years later I discovered coaching. The partner I had back then basically said, “Who needs a coach?” (he basically called it: BS). I didn’t have spare money, so I took out a loan and did my Coaching Certificate and finished it in 2008.

Since then, I’ve invested a lot. Money. Time. Energy. Learning. Self-reflection. Self-development. Learning more modalities. The woman you see and hear today has walked a few miles!

And it wasn’t exactly a cheer squad around me either. It was often peppered with “Negative Nancies” and the constant question:
“When are you going to make some money?”

Then in 2018, I finally ended that on-and-off relationship for good. His parting shot? “Who wants to hear a woman over 60 on stage?”
Seven months later, I stood on stage at my first Women’s Empowerment Summit. There were 60 women in the room listening to this “old woman.”

Not long after that, I quit my office job of 19 years. The universe definitely had a hand in it - because when “enough is enough,” security and familiarity suddenly lose their grip… and you just have to get out.

So here I am, nearly 65, and yes… I still hear the occasional “Negative Nancy” voices, and sometimes my own self-doubt!
But I also know this with absolute certainty:
I am on my path of no return. There is no way I’m turning around.
No way I’m shrinking back. No way I’m stopping myself from following my voice, my intuition, and my passion.

Has it been easy? No.
Am I still climbing a mountain? Yes.
And the journey has been exciting, scary, joyful - and sometimes it felt like 3 steps forward and 2 steps back.

Would I do anything differently? Honestly… not much.

You just keep moving.
Keep learning.
Keep evaluating.
Keep serving.

Because the biggest bliss I get in life - apart from my granddaughters these days - is helping others transform their lives.
Not doing it for them… but being a tour guide with a torch so they can finally see what’s been buried and uncover their unique brilliance of who they are.

And, as you might have heard before:
One of the biggest regrets people have at the end of life is this…
“I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.”

I wish that nobody would have that regret!

For myself, I am doing my best to live my life true to me! ❤

11/02/2026

31/01/2026

26/01/2026

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲!

I arrived in Melbourne on 1 September 1985 - a young woman from Germany with a weirdly clear dream I couldn’t explain: Australia or Canada. No grand plan to “escape hardship.” Germany was a strong, structured, cultured country with security and opportunity. My family genuinely couldn’t understand why I’d leave.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 “𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.”
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

I wanted out of the box-thinking… the rigidity… the unspoken rules… the “this is the way we do it” culture. (In my village, you weren’t even “supposed” to hang your washing out on a Sunday. 😂)... And if you know me, you know: “This is the way we do it” doesn’t quite gel with Jutta.

After 40 years in Aussieland - and becoming an Australian citizen 27 years after arriving - I still feel proud to call this country home. I’m grateful for dual citizenship. And I want an Australia Day where we can celebrate this place, with all its beauty and all its flaws.

And yes… I get it. The date carries history, and for many, it carries pain. If changing the date helps more Australians feel included, then let’s do that. I’m not attached to a number on the calendar (except maybe not 29 February or 1 April 😉). I’m attached to what the day could stand for:

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

What I’ve loved about Australia is how people from different cultures, backgrounds and beliefs have been able to live and work together. But somewhere along the way, it feels like we’ve lost something:

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

Here’s what I believe strongly:

Tolerance matters. But tolerating everything waters tolerance down to nothing. And caring about everything can end up meaning we stand for nothing. We need clear boundaries - not band-aids, not vague rules that depend on interpretation and outrage.

And personally? I’m done with the 'victim card'.

I’ve lived through domestic violence. I know trauma is real. I know suffering is real. But I refuse to let what happened to me become the identity that runs my life.

In the 'Being Framework' (Ashkan Tashvir), responsibility isn’t about blame - it’s about 'response-ability': the ability to respond. An unhealthy relationship with responsibility is being a '𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦'of life. A healthy relationship is being an '𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭' of life.

So instead of only complaining, blaming, or posting rage… what if we became the CAUSE for positive change - change that’s good for individuals and the wider community?

And the scariest part right now?

It often feels like the 'debate button' has been deleted!

We should absolutely have standards around speech. But we cannot “protect” society by killing discussion, questioning and respectful disagreement.

I think of my Dad as I write this - someone who got involved in local politics because he refused the “couch potato” life. He helped create the first child and youth parliament in North-Rhine-Westphalia. He listened to understand, not just to react. That matters. That kind of citizen matters.

𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡:

> > Let’s stop tearing each other apart.

> > Let’s rebuild the culture of listening, debating, thinking, contributing.

> > Let’s work for the common good - and be brave enough to hold different views without losing our humanity.

This country is worth it!

Happy Australia Day. 🇦🇺💛

22/01/2026

21/01/2026

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.

There were two moments in my life when I was simply done.
In 2018, I was done with a relationship that had dragged on for years - on and off - where I kept labelling myself an “ex-aholic”… and allowed myself to be an option.

And then in 2021, there was that Monday morning in August, that changed everything. I left my job at 9am and I knew - with absolute clarity - I was done! After 19 years, I knew I would not return. Ever!

𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 “𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤?”
𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 “𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.”
𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝.”
𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 — 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭.

At some point, you stop wanting to “cope better.”
To suck it up. To minimise. To normalise the heaviness.
And there’s a name for that kind of self-deception:
𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

I didn’t want another strategy to survive a life that quietly drained me. I didn’t want to keep pretending I was okay. And I definitely didn’t want to admit to myself that this… wasn’t it.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞.

𝐍𝐨 𝐁𝐒.
𝐍𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐍𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.
𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.

The turning point: Awareness. And awareness isn’t positive thinking.
It’s seeing what’s real - without sugar-coating, without excuses, without self-betrayal.

Repeating patterns don't always look dramatic.
They often look like 'Ways of Being' you’ve mastered:

• People-pleasing disguised as “being kind”
• Over-responsibility disguised as “being dependable”
• Avoidance disguised as “keeping the peace”
• Perfectionism disguised as “high standards”
• Self-abandonment disguised as “I’m Fine"

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡:
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.
𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍.

And the truth asks for brave moves and actions. And the truth demanded me to let go, both in 2018 and 2021. A relationship that slowly eroded my self-worth, and a job that drained me and an environment that was killing my spirit. And in both cases, the deeper shift wasn’t external - it was internal.

I changed my Way of Being. I chose authenticity over approval. Self-trust over overthinking. Boundaries over guilt. And higher purpose over staying comfortable.

This is what I know for sure:
The second half of life is where you stop polishing the outside…
and start refining what actually creates your life - your Being.
So if you’re in that in-between season - not falling apart, but not fully alive - you’re not broken.

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩!

And if you want a structured way to map your purpose for the second half of life, I’m running a 12-week Reset that starts with Awareness and guides you into Responsibility, Courage, and a clear purpose path.

Message me 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐓 if this resonates with you.

20/01/2026

❤️👊💥

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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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