Meet Veronika

About

Hi, I’m Veronika. I’m a Czech girl with a British passport, living in the UK. I’m a Dreamer, Adventurer, Business owner, WordPress Website Designer, Photographer and Educator. Yep, I like variety. I love creating content and helping others to get to the next level in their life or business. When I’m not behind my computer, I am hiking or camping in the rugged Scottish mountains where I live. 

MY LIFE CHANGED WHEN I GOT THE JOB I WAS DREAMING ABOUT
 FOR YEARS AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE A NIGHTMARE. 

When I was in the darkest place at the beginning of 2018, feeling trapped in my 9-5 job in London, I discovered personal development and it showed me the light at the end of the tunnel. Despite my fears I realised that the only way to be able to choose, what I put my time and effort into, is working for myself. 

 

I started learning how to create my own website on WordPress and spent time evaluating on what I want from my life. A few months later, I moved to a small ski town in Scotland and went self-employed. It’s not been an easy journey but I’m living a fulfilling life and pursuing my dream of helping others to find their passion and create a career out of it.

Choosing to be happy and live

AN EXTRAORDINARY LIFE

In other people’s eyes I am living the dream. When I was 19, I left my beautiful home in The Czech Republic and I moved to London, one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the world. Whilst there, I got a Graphic Design degree from one of the best universities in the world. And, when I was done, I spent a year travelling the globe with my best friend and boyfriend, Charlie. Sounds perfect, right?
 

Here is a TIMELINE of my life events that made me who I am today. From the amazing and memorable moments to the moments when I struggled. From the good times to the tough times that made me fight and taught me how to push myself to get closer to my dreams.

1991

 

16 hours of labour I came second.

Right after my twin sister.

Few minutes.

Actually.

 

One round and one oval.

Head.

Same eyes.

 

We were quiet babies.

Mum said.

Until I needed to burp after food.

 

Still can’t.

But there’s always two directions it can go right?

 

I’ve wanted to go further.

Go over.

Find myself.

My sister preferred comfort.

 

Still does.

We fought.

We competed at times.

 

As a child.

I solved it with a smack on the head.

My sister screamed.

Mum says.

 

Now I know better.

I went my own way.

Worked hard.

 

Always.

 

1994

 

Kindergarten.

We loved it.

Sleepover.

Playing.

 

The food.

My sister not so much.

Endless hours.

At the table.

Long gone after everyone has finished.

You have to finish.

No questions.

 

Meanwhile.

At home.

Fights.

Father screaming.

Mum crying.

Late nights.

 

Drunk.

 

Mental illness.

 

1997

 

Mum popped out.

6 years old.

Holding hands.

Together

On the floor.

Sitting.

 

Stuff is piling.

Shouting.

 

Mum’s back.

 

Gone.

Grandparents.

 

New friends.

New home.

Primary school.

 

Excited?

Yes.

For maths?

Yes.

Did it last?

 

No.

 

Family escorts us home.

For 300 meters.

Only.

 

Fear.

Night tears.

Mum’s.

Mostly.

 

Questions.

Who is this?

Why?

Serious.

 

Draw a picture of your family.

Do you want to see your father?

He’s there.

Staring.

Waiting.

 

Confused.

Pressure.

 

Is he gonna hit me?

Now?

Later?

 

Where is mum?

 

Years of this.

 

Divorce.

Back to our home.

 

Following.

No walking alone.

 

Can you walk us home?

Asking stranger.

 

He’s our father.

Not allowed.

 

Running.

 

.

 

Scouts.

 

Weekdays.

Weekends.

Holidays.

 

Friends.

 

Fun.

Nature.

New places.

 

2007

 

High school.

Separate.

Mental illness.

Again.

 

4 years of high school.

Graphic Design.

School trips.

Berlin.

Italy.

 

Loved it.

 

What next?

Need a change.

Sick of people.

My way.

 

.

 

London.

Applied.

 

Got it.

 

.

 

Sacrificing.

English course.

Graduation.

IELTS.

 

Passed.

Just.

 

Summer.

Work.

Almost every day.

Tuition fees.

 

Packing.

Moving.

 

2011

 

Foundation course.

How old are you?

I don’t understand.

Copying others.

Ignorance.

Struggle.

ill.

 

Ex-boyfriend.

Flat.

Too expensive.

Friends.

 

Looking for jobs.

English not good enough.

Sorry.

Not sorry.

 

Few months later.

ill.

Crohn’s disease.

Recovering.

Learning.

To eat.

 

Summer.

Home.

 

.

 

BA.

Applied.

London.

4 offers.

English better.

 

UAL.

Chelsea.

Chosen.

 

2012

 

September.

Start.

Moving.

From friends.

 

Finally.

 

Tiny flat.

Surrey.

 

Work.

Part time.

Bar.

Small.

 

Finally.

 

.

 

Uni is great.

Life is great.

 

Relationship.

Not so much.

 

April.

New job.

Bar.

Wimbledon.

Charlie the manager.

 

Relationship falls apart.

7 years.

No way back.

 

Moving.

 

Getting together.

With Charlie.

 

Happy.

 

He cares.

 

LOVE.

 

Meeting family.

Moving together.

 

.

 

Uni sucks.

No teacher.

Supplements.

 

No confidence.

Course director.

Only favourites succeed.

 

.

 

Charlie meets my family.

Don’t understand.

Each other.

 

They love him.

 

All good.

 

Last year at uni.

Big struggle.

 

Dissertation.

Hard.

 

Final project.

Proposal.

Impossible.

 

Will I make it?

To the end?

 

Not sure.

 

Idea came.

Back on track.

 

G.F Smith.

Animation.

Storytelling.

 

4 months later.

Finished.

 

2015

 

Graduation.

Proud.

Families meet.

 

.

 

New job.

Both.

Charlie manager.

Again.

 

Bartender.

Waitress.

 

Graphic designer.

 

.

 

Flights booked.

 

.

 

Saving up.

Working.

All the time.

 

Three jobs.

Driving licence.

 

Failed.

 

July.

 

2016

 

Leaving.

Travelling.

 

Excited.

YES.

 

No idea.

What to expect.

 

Canada.

Friends.

Holiday.

 

Farm.

Volunteers.

 

Lift?

YES

 

USA.

Me and Charlie.

Car.

National Parks.

 

Roadtrip.

3 months.

Camping.

 

Flight.

Costa Rica.

 

Central America.

Backpacking.

 

One week.

Each country.

 

Nicaragua.

Guatemala.

Belize.

Mexico.

 

Eye opening.

Rainforests.

Volcanoes.

Poverty.

Happy people.

 

.

 

Flight.

 

.

 

Melbourne.

Australia.

 

Expensive.

Airbnb.

 

Volunteering.

Puppies.

Dream.

 

Metung.

Seaside village.

Christmas.

Summer.

Boats.

Barbeque.

Seafood.

 

Family.

Not ours.

 

Happy.

 

Volunteering.

Saving up.

 

Roadtrip.

Tasmania.

East coast.

 

Sydney.

 

.

 

Flight.

 

.

 

New Zealand.

One month.

Both islands.

 

Rain.

Lots.

Home sick.

 

Beautiful.

Nature.

 

.

 

Flight.

 

.

 

Back to Australia.

Brisbane.

Volunteering.

Airtasker.

 

Car sold.

 

.

 

Flight.

 

.

 

Singapore.

4 days.

 

Food.

Delicious.

 

Hot.

Humid.

 

Big city.

Lots of green.

Amazing.

 

.

 

Flight.

 

.

 

Sri Lanka.

10 days.

Floods.

 

Parts.

Closed.

 

New friends.

 

Tuk tuk.

Tea.

Curry.

Lots.

 

Tired.

Of travelling.

 

.

 

Flight home.

 

Czech Republic.

5 weeks.

 

Driving licence.

passed.

July.

 

2017

 

Back in the UK.

 

Family.

Friends.

Job search.

 

3 months.

Later.

 

London.

 

Charlie.

New career.

 

Me.

Graphic Designer.

One job offered.

Only.

 

Creative?

No.

Needs time?

Yes.

 

Few months.

Later.

 

Same.

 

Struggle.

Big struggle.

 

Slow steps.

Changing mind.

Trying things.

 

Food blog.

Projects.

 

New website.

Cycling to work.

 

London sucks.

Too busy.

People.

Selfish.

 

Need to get out.

 

June.

 

2018

 

Charlie.

New job.

Scotland.

 

Moving.

 

Me.

Quitting.

 

August.

 

Moving.

 

Self-employed.

 

Aviemore.

Quiet.

Small.

Mountains.

Less stress.

 

Happy.