Die Autorin / The Author

Franziska (Franzi, Franny, Fränzchen, Tooi) Schwarzmann

Ich bin geboren und aufgewachsen in Nordhessens “Perle” Kassel. Nach dem Abitur habe ich Politikwissenschaft in Mannheim und Berlin (FU Berlin) studiert. Schwerpunkt: Internationale Beziehungen. Seit dem dritten Semester bin ich Stipendiatin bei der Journalistischen Nachwuchsförderung der Konrad-Adenauer-Stiftung (JoNa). Für alle, die nicht wissen, was das heißt: Das sind 100 Pflichtseminartage parallel zum Studium, die eine vollständige journalistische Ausbildung beinhalten. Eines dieser Seminare führte mich in den Kosovo. Auf dieser Reise traf ich Vertreter der Firma Carl Zeiss. Und ehe ich mich versah, landete ich im Herbst 2010 als Volontärin bei der Carl Zeiss AG auf der Ostalb. Hier konnte ich nach verschiedenen Stationen als Referentin für Onlinekommunikation anfangen und in vielerlei Hinsicht war diese Stelle mein Traumjob. Ich hatte eine junge, großartige Chefin, die mich oft gefordert und viel gefördert hat.

Warum geht man dann? werdet Ihr Euch fragen…Ich beschreibe es als Fernsucht, das unbeschreibliche Gefühl im Innersten, dass es das noch nicht ist, als Faustsches´ fortwährendes Irren und Streben – eine Suche nach der griechischen Eudaimonia, der Glückseligkeit. Wer mich kennt, weiß, was ich meine. Wer mich nicht kennt, denkt sich wahrscheinlich: Die hat Hummeln im Po. Egal, wie man es nennt. Auf Mannheim, Berlin, Spanien und Schwabenland (Stuttgart/Aalen) folgt nun Boston. Ich freue mich drauf, habe Respekt davor und möchte das gerne mit meiner Leserschaft teilen.

PS: Ja, Tooi ist mein Spitzname in meiner Familie. Man spricht ihn aus wie die bekannten Toilettenhäuschen, ich lege allerdings großen Wert auf das zweite “o” 🙂

My Guideline: Be the change you wish to see

Ghandis berühmtes Zitat / Ghandi´s famous quote

Recent Posts

Letting Go

Lately, I have a morning routine: Yoga and Jack Kornfield meditation lectures. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I smile, always I feel calm afterwards.

The concepts of letting go and not being attached play a central role in Kornfield’s teaching. Basically, letting go means no longer being attached. You can be very committed to raising your children in the way you deem moral and correct. If you expect as a return your children to become lawyers with a white picket fence lifestyle, you are attached to the outcome. That’s where the misery begins.

Purpose is not derived from results.

The integrity of how you go about things is purpose. Back to the morning routine: I feel great until something throws me off. Feelings of not being valued at work or tiny things like wanting Pho in rural Germany where Vietnamese don’t live. My reactions then become pretty random, far from controlled: they range from crying to me hating everything German to me looking up flights to Boston to sucking it up and tuning into a new Kornfield: meditate, be happy, be angry. Repeat. Really, I thought, I had this letting go thing internalized.

Until this moment when Pouya got really excited about the English Garden, the city life and I happened to ask him why he never complained about rural life. His response, that he’s decided his happiness ought not to be dependent on location, made me ashamed of myself.

And then just the other day a friend who has lived in the UK, US and is now moving to Switzerland, very kindly pointed out to me how complaining about Germany is really German. She said the same happens to her, literally she said: “This is what Germany does to me.” She had a point, though. The point is that the majority of Germans are perpetually complaining about something, not seeing the absolutely amazing quality of life. I do not want to be part of that. And yet, I do not have to leave the country in order to not be part of that.

The integrity of my purpose, connecting people and advocating, should be the guiding force. All too often I get sidetracked. Where is this life leading if I am always searching for the better? What comes after this salary, after the Ironman, after the next big city? Not everything was golden in Boston, not everything is golden here. Where I live, though, is an outcome. Staying true to myself in Germany is one of my toughest challenges, and it took me a year of sad and hard feelings to get to this post. I trust my journey.

Let’s see how long the next Kornfield lecture lasts tomorrow morning 😉.

  1. My First Olympic Triathlon Distance 1 Reply
  2. Living the questions – some thoughts on relocation Leave a reply
  3. Five Lessons learned from our storytelling approach (German only, for now) Leave a reply
  4. Ironman Training Log – The Power of Tests Leave a reply
  5. Oh, January Leave a reply
  6. India Leave a reply
  7. The German World – through His Eyes Leave a reply
  8. 07-17: A month to remember Leave a reply
  9. Why I don’t want stuff – Project 333 Leave a reply