Coach. Teacher. Artist. Entrepreneur.
I help people find what's been buried under the noise, because I had to dig through my own first.
Ever since I was a kid, I felt everything more intensely than the people around me. I didn’t understand the world and the world didn’t understand me. Because of my red hair, kids called me a lighthouse. Turns out they were right. Just not in the way they meant.
A lighthouse doesn’t chase ships. It stands still, and the light brings people in.
That’s what I do now. But it took a long road to get here.
At fifteen, a friend handed me a DJ set and something cracked open. I started DJing. Then I wanted to play the music I was mixing, so I started making beats. I wanted to perform what I made, so I took piano lessons and learned myself how to play guitar. One thing kept leading to the next. Not from a plan, but from following what was alive.
At eighteen, I made a choice that cost me my parents’ approval at the time. Both of them were teachers and they wanted safety for me. I took my savings and enrolled in an audio production curriculum instead of university. I told them: why would I study something I hate 70% of, just to feel safe?
That question has never left me. It became the foundation of everything.
I followed my heart every time, even when it made no sense and even when it made no money. Everyone around me was building careers and I was building a soul.
It led to the most extraordinary life.
I organised a CD release event. Friends came, musicians performed, my piano teacher played. The room was alive with something nobody could name.
I ‘forgot’ to present my own CD. I was too busy making sure everyone else was having a great time. My wound kicked in and I thought the CD wasn’t good enough.
But that night was magic. At the end I looked at the room and said: We should do this again, who’s with me?
That’s how U-nite was born.
Five editions. International events. In Overvecht, one of the hardest neighborhoods in the Netherlands. People of every background and every color and every talent on one stage. Rappers next to spoken word artists, next to capoeira, next to salsa.
At a time when everyone was talking about unity, we created it without ever talking about it. We never preached connection, we made the conditions for it to appear.
People said the energy was different. There was a vibe of love they couldn’t describe.
That is the work in its earliest form. Creating the container. Letting people come alive inside it. I just didn’t know it yet.
I left U-nite. Not because it failed. Because I felt like I was carrying it alone while others rode the wave I was creating.
I was doing everything on willpower. Creating. Achieving. Building. People saw the results. Nobody saw the cost. My body was screaming and I couldn’t feel joy any longer. The heaviness sat in me like concrete.
At first I kept going, because that’s what I was good at.
Until the question changed.
Not “how do I do more?” but “how do I come home to myself?”
That question changed my life.
I went deep. Into the patterns that had been running underneath everything. The wounds from childhood. The belief that I had to earn the right to exist. The programming that said my value lives in what I produce.
I didn’t read about healing. I lived it. Every layer. Every uncomfortable truth. Every part of myself I’d been running from.
And what I found on the other side was simple. Not easy. Simple.
Peace. Joy. The desire to create. The desire to give. A life that finally felt like mine.
When COVID hit, my DJ work stopped and my income disappeared. I had to start from scratch.
I took a job in a health store. Not because I wanted to. Because I had to. But even there, something beautiful happened. People came in stressed and overwhelmed, looking for answers. I listened. I helped. We became a kind of lighthouse in the neighborhood. One of the only shops open. People came just to talk and connect.
From there I became a professional compliment giver. People think that’s easy. It’s not. You have to listen deeply, be fully present, feel someone. And then write something true for them that they’ve never heard before. It trained me in the exact skill I use now: seeing people for who they really are.
Then came teaching. Three different subjects. No formal education degree. Just enthusiasm. They kept inviting me back because of what energy I brought into the room.
And somewhere in all of that, the vision I’d had for ten years started to take shape. The one where I’m standing on stages, running trainings, helping people discover their gifts. The one I’m living right now.
Every opportunity that ever came to me came because of one thing. Not a diploma. Not a network. Not a strategy.
Enthusiasm.
My energy. My presence. My passion for what I do. People get uplifted from it and they always have. From the DJ booth to the coaching room. It’s the thread through everything.
I never made an advertisement. People came because of the energy, the joy, the passion. They felt something shift just being in the room with me. That hasn’t changed.
What I bring is not more information. The world is drowning in information. I bring a different state. Practical tools. Real presence. And the kind of energy that moves a room before a single word is spoken.
I’m not a life coach. I’m a shift maker. A teacher. A container for your growth. I hold the space, I name what’s real, and I help you find what was always there.
Everything I teach in 1:1 coaching applies to teams. Presence. Working from your strength. Breaking the patterns that keep people stuck. The tools are the same. The language meets businesses where they are.
I train leadership teams on presence under pressure. The same way Navy SEALs train their nervous system, we install micro-habits that take five minutes and change how your people show up in high-stakes moments.
I run offsites where teams discover what each person genuinely brings. Not as a personality test. As a real shift in how they see themselves and each other.
I create experiences where culture actually moves. Not through lectures. Through feeling it. Through exercises that make people realize what's been missing and what's possible.
I name what's real, even when it stings.
I go to the root, not the symptoms.
Love is always the answer.
The thing you forgot you're missing.
Your path is yours. I help you find it.
Music is where my spark lives. It’s where it started and where it stays.
Making beats in my bedroom at sixteen. Learning to play piano because I wanted to play what I was producing. Picking up a guitar because the piano wasn’t enough. Recording a CD and being too afraid to present it, which accidentally started a movement.
Music is how I first learned to feel through things. Before I had language for emotions, I had sound. Before I understood energy, I felt it in a beat. Before I knew what presence was, I experienced it behind the decks, lost in the moment and connected to the room.
It’s still how I process. Still how I create. Still how I teach.
Music is not a side project. It’s my spark, where I can fully express myself. Follow what’s alive, even when nobody understands it yet.