So you want to know more . . .

Nice to meet you, beauty!  I’m Jolinda and I’m thrilled that you’re here.

If you’re anything like me, you love a good about page.  I mean, if you’re thinking about working with someone you just met online, it’s only natural that you want to know a little bit more.

If you’re looking for my official bio or have come for the floss and gloss scroll straight down to the bottom.  But if you’re here for the stories and are curious about who I really am, grab a cuppa and take your time.

If you’ve got a minute to spare, there are a few things I’d like to share . . .

I was born with a club foot.  Two club feet, actually, but the right one corrected itself.

Funny how the thing I was most ashamed of as a child is the first thing I’m letting you know about now (Ha!).  If you don’t know what a club foot is, Google it up!  

Suffice it to say, I couldn’t walk normally until I was twelve years old. That’s when I had my fourth and final major surgery that involved a complete restructuring of the bones of my left foot.  

While I get around without a problem today, you’ll never see me in a pair of high heels.  Red high tops on the other hand . . .

 

My name is my mother’s name . . . with a twist.

Growing up, whenever I would go anywhere with my mom, she would always introduce us like this: I’m Linda Jo, and she’s Jolinda.”  A lot of people assume that the Jo has something to do with my dad, but his name’s Robert so there goes that theory.

I do, however, have his middle name.  Jolinda Krozett Johnson.

I guess they knew when I was born that I’d be a one-of-a-kind.

My name is my mother’s name . . . with a twist.

Growing up, whenever I would go anywhere with my mom, she would always introduce us like this: I’m Linda Jo, and she’s Jolinda.”  A lot of people assume that the Jo has something to do with my dad, but his name’s Robert so there goes that theory.

I do, however, have his middle name.  Jolinda Krozett Johnson.

I guess they knew when I was born that I’d be a one-of-a-kind.

When I was a girl, there was one question everyone wanted to know the answer to: What are you?

Having a white mother and a black father, growing up in Detroit in the 1980s, people were a little obssessed with how I identified myself.

According to my mother, I was tan which didn’t seem to be an acceptable answer to anyone but her.  Since the term “biracial” hadn’t really come on the scene, I was referred to as “mixed,” “mutt,” and by the exceptionally ignorant and confused, “Mexican.”

Now that I live in Spain, people don’t care what race I am.  To everybody here I’m simply American, and that has been a relief.

 

When I was a girl, there was one question everyone wanted to know the answer to: What are you?

Having a white mother and a black father, growing up in Detroit in the 1980s, people were a little obssessed with how I identified myself.

According to my mother, I was tan which didn’t seem to be an acceptable answer to anyone but her.  Since the term “biracial” hadn’t really come on the scene, I was referred to as “mixed,” “mutt,” and by the exceptionally ignorant and confused, “Mexican.”

Now that I live in Spain, people don’t care what race I am.  To everybody here I’m simply American, and that has been a relief.

 

I have an invisible disease that mostly affects white men in their 40s.  WTF?

In the summer of 2011, I went to bed with a sore neck and the next morning discovered that I couldn’t move it—at all.  The first doctor I saw put me in a neck brace and told me to read romance novels to relax.  After months of not being taken seriously and trying everything from physical therapy to acupuncture, I was finally put in touch with a rheumatologist who was willing to run the tests I needed and confirm the diagnosis I had suspected all along.

Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS) is basically like spinal arthritis and can lay dormant years before the first real flare.  Once you’ve got it, you’ve got it for life, but you can manage the symptoms through diet, exercise, and by avoiding doctors who don’t believe your symptoms are real.

I have an invisible disease that mostly affects white men in their 40s.  WTF?

In the summer of 2011, I went to bed with a sore neck and the next morning discovered that I couldn’t move it—at all.  The first doctor I saw put me in a neck brace and told me to read romance novels to relax.  After months of not being taken seriously and trying everything from physical therapy to acupuncture, I was finally put in touch with a rheumatologist who was willing to run the tests I needed and confirm the diagnosis I had suspected all along.

Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS) is basically like spinal arthritis and can lay dormant years before the first real flare.  Once you’ve got it, you’ve got it for life, but you can manage the symptoms through diet, exercise, and by avoiding doctors who don’t believe your symptoms are real.

Once upon a time, everyone thought I’d be a lawyer.

With an Ivy League degree in History, having specialized in Arabic and Middle Eastern Studies, you’d think I’d be an international lawyer or a diplomat by now.  And, truth be told, when I graduated from Columbia back in 2004, I thought that would be my path too.  

After earning my Master’s of Science in Education while teaching full-time in a middle school in New York City (in what was supposed to be my break before law school) I decided to stay in the classroom for another ten years.  I loved my time as a teacher, but I always knew there was something more in store.

Being a Women’s Health Coach is that “something more.”  I had to take a few detours to get here, but at least I know now that I’m on the right path.

 

I had never been to Spain when I decided to move here eleven years ago.

When I first arrived in the fall of 2008, I had never even visited.  I only knew that I wanted to live in Europe and become fluent in Spanish (so it seemed liked the logical choice).  I signed up to be a Language and Culture Assistant through the Council on International Education Exchange and went from the bustling streets of New York City to a sleepy town in Jaén.  Culture shock, anyone?

After finishing the school year, I was offered a job teaching here in Barcelona and the capital of Catalonia has been my home ever since.

I had never been to Spain when I decided to move here eleven years ago.

When I first arrived in the fall of 2008, I had never even visited.  I only knew that I wanted to live in Europe and become fluent in Spanish (so it seemed liked the logical choice).  I signed up to be a Language and Culture Assistant through the Council on International Education Exchange and went from the bustling streets of New York City to a sleepy town in Jaén.  Culture shock, anyone?

After finishing the school year, I was offered a job teaching here in Barcelona and the capital of Catalonia has been my home ever since.

Everything changed for me when I had my son.

When Leonard was born, I thought I had it all figured out—husband, job, baby.  The only problem was, in checking off all the boxes, I had totally lost touch with myself.  Despite being married to a man who tried to convince me otherwise, I realized that I really was capable and intelligent and strong.  Nothing like having to take care of a baby on your own in a foreign country to get you in touch with your inner badass.

I never wanted to get divorced or to be a single mother.  But sometimes you have to give up the life your past self wanted and embrace the one your current self needs.

Everything changed for me when I had my son.

When Leonard was born, I thought I had it all figured out—husband, job, baby.  The only problem was, in checking off all the boxes, I had totally lost touch with myself.  Despite being married to a man who tried to convince me otherwise, I realized that I really was capable and intelligent and strong.  Nothing like having to take care of a baby on your own in a foreign country to get you in touch with your inner badass.

I never wanted to get divorced or to be a single mother.  But sometimes you have to give up the life your past self wanted and embrace the one your current self needs.

I always said that I would never get a tattoo, until I got three.

My first tattoo is the queen of hearts.  It used to be a couple’s tattoo, but our relationship has since come to an end.  No regrets though because I’m still very much a queen and my heart is always open for love.

The second tattoo is on my left index finger and it’s a glyph that means “transformation”.  That finger is also associated with personal confidence and self-trust which has been key to my own transformation in the last few years.

The third tattoo is just above my right wrist.  It’s an ancient symbol called the vesica piscis and represents two parts coming together to create something new, while still remaining whole within themselves.  It’s my personal reminder to never look for my missing half in a relationship, because no matter what I am complete on my own.

I always said that I would never get a tattoo, until I got three.

My first tattoo is a couple’s tattoo that I got in Wales with my boyfriend last fall.  I’m the queen of hearts.  He’s the king. (Awwww)

The second tattoo is on my left index finger and it’s a glyph that means “transform”.  That finger is also associated with personal confidence and self-trust which has been key to my own transformation in the last few years.

The third tattoo is just above my right wrist.  It’s an ancient symbol called the vesica piscis and represents two parts coming together to create something new, while still remaining whole within themselves.  It’s my personal reminder to never look for my missing half in a relationship, because no matter what I am complete on my own.

Official Bio

Jolinda Johnson is a Women’s Health Coach on a mission to help women make sense of their cycles, master their stress, and feel safe in their own skin.

She has been featured on the cover of Inspired Coach magazine and was nominated for the Beautiful You Life Coaching Academy CEO Shine Award in 2017.  She is a Certified Holistic Health Coach with a specialization in hormone health, a Certified Life Coach, and holds degrees from Columbia University and Pace University in the City of New York.

While born and raised in Detroit, Michigan she has called Barcelona, Spain her home for the last decade.  In addition to coaching, she is a single mom to a five-year-old son and is grateful every day that she finally figured out what it means to live life on her own terms.

 

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