Clarity is my jam

Clarity is My Jam

I love clarity. I love that moment when the clouds part, the fog lifts, and everything makes sense again. But right now? My head is in a cloud, and confusion is reigning supreme. I miss clarity. These days, I’m just putting one foot in front of the other, hoping the path will reveal itself as I go.

Not sure where this is going? Don’t worry—I don’t either.

Here’s the deal: I’m a mother, a “housewife,” and I’m building my coaching business. Oh, and no, I don’t have a traditional job. Life in Switzerland has been an adjustment. For those unfamiliar with Swiss culture, there’s a strong assumption here that mothers don’t work outside the home. It’s like living among covert Mormons (no offence to Mormons).

Take lunch, for example. My kids come home from school every day for lunch—yes, every single day—which means I had to learn how to cook (something my pre-Swiss self would never have imagined). Meanwhile, my husband doesn’t work either but travels frequently, mostly for fun. When he asks me to join him on his trips, my first reaction isn’t excitement—it’s dread. Why? Because we don’t have family nearby to step in and help with the kids. Sure, my children can manage on their own for a day or two, but it still feels like a logistical nightmare for me. Plus, let’s be honest: travelling for “fun” usually means a mountain of extra work before and after the trip.

Here’s the thing: I chose this lifestyle and I’m grateful for it. Most of the time, I feel in control of it. But there are days when it all feels like too much—when I want to scream into the void or just hide under a blanket until it all blows over. On those days, I feel like I’m stuck in “Buffalo”.

My friends from my previous lives in London and Hong Kong often ask how on earth I ended up here in this weird situation. They don’t get it—and honestly, sometimes I don’t either. Working in finance used to be such a huge part of my identity. Back then, using my oven as storage space was normal (because who cooks?). And women who didn’t work? I didn’t understand them at all.

But life has a funny way of surprising you. I slid into this lifestyle with my eyes wide open, yet every day brings new realisations about what truly matters—like how important your entourage is. Clarity is wonderful, but clarity combined with an army of like-minded women? That’s pure gold.

I wouldn’t be where I am today—mentally or physically—without the friends who’ve supported me along the way: old friends who’ve stayed connected despite the distance and new friends who’ve helped me navigate this Swiss chapter of life. They let me vent when it all gets too much; they make me laugh when I need it most; they poke fun at me when I start taking myself too seriously; and they brighten even the darkest January days when all the Christmas lights have disappeared.

So here’s my question: Is there anyone out there who feels the same? Anyone else navigating this strange mix of gratitude and frustration? Anyone else trying to make sense of their identity while juggling roles that sometimes feel at odds with each other?