WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES, KEEP ON WALKING ’TIL YOU FIND THE WINDOW
May 7, 2025 · 10 min read
There’s this one line from a Rascal Flatts song — one of my favorite country bands — that always sticks with me: “And if one door opens to another door closed, I hope you keep on walkin’ till you find the window.“ The song is called My Wish. The lyric isn’t just poetic, it’s practical. It echoes in my head every time something doesn’t go as planned, or when a result turns out differently than I’d hoped.
Life throws us roadblocks — and not the neat, clearly marked kind. I’m talking about the “your GPS just gave up” kind. And in those moments, this line reminds me not to stop at the closed door. Not to sit there waiting for it to open. But to keep moving until something new, something unexpected, appears — even if it’s just a small window of opportunity.
The song itself is a beautiful anthem to perseverance and hope. It’s about walking on, choosing resilience, and daring to believe that the detour might just lead to a better path. That’s something I’ve experienced again and again: being forced off my expected route, only to end up somewhere even more aligned, more exciting, more me.
Uncharted territory
One such roadblock smacked me off my path just recently — a path I had only stepped onto a little over a year ago. It was completely uncharted territory for me, but it came with this forward-moving energy, this pull to explore, learn, and create something new. I was all in — emotionally and financially. So invested in it working that it took a while before I could admit to myself: it’s just not happening.
People around me admired my tenacity, applauded my patience. “You don’t give up easily,” they said — and they were right. But let’s rewind for a second.
I’ve never been a big fan of social media. Sure, I’d post the occasional vacation pic, but I’ve always preferred real, personal conversations over likes and shares. That changed — or at least shifted — during my 3-months long trip to Mexico in the winter of 2023/2024. The landscapes, the light, the colors… they were too beautiful not to share. I started posting more photos, even experimenting with videos. Nothing fancy — I had no clue about editing tools back then. I was a total greenhorn.
But to my surprise, I started enjoying it. Editing clips, adding a nice soundtrack — it gave me a creative kick. And I thought: “Hey, maybe I could do this for my business. If others are building successful brands on Instagram, why not me?”
So in March 2024, I hired a social media manager for three months to show me the ropes and guide me through the jungle of tools and trends. Some parts were actually fun — content creation, video editing, the occasional moment of flow. But there was always this voice in the back of my head screaming, “What the hell are you doing? You’re in way over your head. This is not you. You’re a direct communicator — now you’re trying to connect through flashy reels and curated captions?”
I shoved that voice aside. Head down, eyes on the prize. I kept doing the daily grind. There were days when I absolutely hated it — the pressure, the performance, and especially the algorithms. But giving up? Not an option. I reminded myself: Success doesn’t happen overnight. It takes grit. You’ve got this.
I poured in my time, without earning a single cent back. I spent money on courses — how to build online programs, how to grow a professional Instagram presence, how to make the algorithm love you. But despite all that effort, something always felt off. Forced. Unaligned. Like I was playing someone else’s game, with someone else’s rules. Because deep down, I knew — this wasn’t me.
Obstacles Are Detours in the Right Direction
By fall, the cracks started showing. The tech tools that were supposed to help me grow began turning into major energy drains. Glitches, bugs, settings that mysteriously reset — they chipped away at my patience day by day. And truth be told, not seeing follower growth didn’t help my motivation either.
Then, just before Christmas, things took a nosedive. I unknowingly clicked on a phishing email. A few tiny charges popped up on my credit card, but I didn’t think much of them. That’s how green I still was. Thankfully, my credit card company caught on before things got worse. I cancelled the card and got a new one, dodging any serious damage. Sometimes, even clueless greenhorns get lucky.
But the energy it took to deal with the mess? Endless hours on support chats and emails with Meta support — and let’s just say, not the helpful kind of support one would expect form a paid service (I had a verified account). Issues didn’t get resolved, but new ones popped up. I watched myself becoming more irritable, more aggressive. I didn’t like the person this was turning me into.
Then came the real kicker. By mid-February — with the help of one of my trusted mentors — we uncovered the full scope of what happened: I had not only been hacked but the hacker had comfortably taken a seat in my Meta Ads Manager account and couldn’t be removed. Not unless I hired a lawyer and waded through an expensive legal mess.
That realization hit like a gut punch.
Almost a full year of work. Countless hours. Thousands of dollars invested. Gone. Technically, sure, I’d learned a lot. But emotionally, it felt like failure — until I looked deeper. Because what I really discovered was something I’d never known about myself: I didn’t give up.The old me? She was impatient. She didn’t have time for the messy middle. But here I was — knee-deep in the chaos — still standing.
And then came the moment everything shifted.
It was a Sunday in mid-February when I reached out to a friend and poured my heart out. I told her that at was lost and didn’t know what to do now. And during that conversation — while I was still standing in the rubble — my new path appeared. Out of nowhere. Crystal clear. No doubt, no hesitation.
It was aligned. It was me.
Sure, questions came. So did overwhelm. But that moment? That clarity? That was the window I had been walking toward all along.
If the mountain will not come to Barbara, Barbara will go to the mountain
Those who know me, know this: I’m happiest when I’m on the move. Traveling, exploring new cultures, tasting local food, connecting with people — that’s when I’m most alive. I swear the travel bug bit me at the age of one, when my parents brought me back to Switzerland after being born in Canada.
So when this new path revealed itself so suddenly and clearly, it made perfect sense: I’ll take my work into the world. Literally.
I’m an Empowerment and Self-Love Coach, a certified yoga teacher, and an energy worker (more about that in the Notes). And what I realized in that mid-February moment of clarity is that this is what I was always meant to do: bring my work to people in direct, soul-to-soul connection. Share my wisdom, my tools, my life experiences — in real-time, real space, with real humans.
And just like that, I felt peace. My heart leapt with joy. No more filters. No more fighting tech demons. Just presence.
I got to work the next day: called my bank to secure finances, Googled everything I could about digital nomadism, and reached out to a dear friend who’s been living this lifestyle for years. Her tips were worth their weight in gold — especially since there’s very little guidance online about Swiss nomads. Apparently, we Swiss prefer our comfort zones. And yes, Switzerland is beautiful and full of perks, but those perks can also make us forget how alive we feel when we step beyond what’s comfortable.
Within just a few weeks, I had a travel itinerary, connected with people in various countries, organized health and travel insurance, booked my first flights — and knew I wouldn’t be back anytime soon.
I was buzzing with excitement. I still am.
My Vision
My goal is to build a tribe — a community of people walking the path of personal growth. People hungry for transformation, authentic exchange, and soul-deep connection.
I’ll host group talks, lead online sessions, and coach people live on the road. No rigid schedule. No over-designed “launch plan.” This is going to unfold in flow — organically. I’ll follow the energy and trust the path as it appears
And honestly? I don’t know exactly what this will become. But I feel it in every cell: it will be amazing.
Because I’m craving true connection. Not surface-level scrolling. Heart-to-heart conversations. Real stories. Raw vulnerability. Support without pretense.
“We’re all just walking each other home.”
(Ram Dass)
And as I embark on this journey, I already know: I’ll grow through every person I meet. I’m beyond grateful that I get to do this — to connect with souls from all walks of life, all around the globe.
Where I’m Headed
On July 23, I take off for Bali — one of the most magical, spiritual places on Earth. From there, I’ll head to North America with several stops, and by the end of November, I’ll return to Mexico (a country that already feels like home). After that, I’ll let the Universe lead. My return flight to Switzerland? Booked for after Easter 2026.
Want to join the journey?
If you’d like to follow my travels, join a gathering, or simply stay connected — sign up for my newsletter or follow me on Instagram (details in the Notes). Yes, I still have my Instagram account, and soon I’ll be sharing snippets and soul-filled insights from this adventurous journey. I’d love for you to be part of this growing, flowing tribe.
Walking Into the Unknown with Open Eyes
So here I am — walking, not waiting. The door closed. The window opened. And I stepped through with open eyes and a very open heart.
This journey isn’t about perfection. It’s about connection, courage, and choosing to move — even when the map is unclear.
Wherever you are in your own process… if a door has slammed shut, maybe it’s time to stop knocking. Start walking, and keep your eyes and heart open at all times. Your window might be just around the corner.
P.S. If you know someone or have connections in the countries I’m traveling to — and feel it could be a good fit for my offerings — I’d love to hear from you. Just drop me a message!
Notes:
Bio: Barbara in a Nutshell
Song: “My Wish” by Rascal Flatts
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