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Petra Jungmanova is a bestselling author and creativity business coach living in Australia originally from the fairytale land of Czech Republic.

My name is Petra Jungmanova. …….  As you have arrived at my site I believe you are interested in how I might be of assistance to you.  From my perspective before we get to that I believe it is important for you to get to know about me, my background and what I have been through.  Simply I am not someone who istheorist or regurgitates the words of someone else.  I draw upon my genuine and unusual life experiences and trainings.   So I welcome you to my world - past to present.  When I reflect, it seems I have led many lives but with the common theme of living life fully while longingly learning, a constant education. I was a gentle and sensitive child with an artistic inquisitive soul born in former Czechoslovakia, a not very friendly environment for someone like me.  As my family has always been very sports & outdoors oriented, the majority of my young life was immersed in a very healthy balanced environment - my amazon mum, for example teaching my sister and me how to ice skate and ski at tender ages of 2 and 3.  I still have vivid memories and the sensation of skying downhill and mum pretending to be the lift pulling us up the hills where our block of flats was nestled - a place called Kraluv Dvur ( Kings Court) about 30 minutes outside Prague. 


The magical web of fairytales, legends, mysticism surrounding the castles every few kilometres built up in me a deep connection to the place and land - things I still cherish and nurture inside me.  This was our playground - the rocks, trees, my grandmother’s gypsy villa - a ten minute bike ride from our flat.  We would get lost with our gypsy friends for a day exploring the trees, the lake and being like a little indians.  I still have vivid images of growing our own food, flowers and nuts in grandma’s garden.  I cannot forget her raspberry bush - always full ready to pick.  The sense of freedom, creating our own fun in this otherwise politically repressive environment where we would also have to contribute to the work around the house, picking up produce and helping to cook and store for winter.  I always loved the grocery bus visiting weekly with milk packed in plastic bags, salami’s dangling from the roof and the smell of freshly ground coffee - 1 brand only available nationwide.  Simply a frugal yet wonderful experience. 


My parents were employed like the majority of our neighbours and friends in the local steelworks, working form 6 am - 3 pm.  luckily for us they also had other passions.  Our dad was musical, starting to play in a band when he was 16 years old, firstly with his father - both played saxophone and clarinet.  Dad was also part of the choir, conducting Christmas mass with local volunteers in the little church on the top of the hill opposite our block of flats.  Walking in snow all of us stuffed and many tipsy from our dinners past the candle enlightened cemeterythrough little path in film to the church with its windows guiding us.  Dad would also play at weddings, funerals, markets and village dance balls. My personal favourite when I was young was the kid’s dress up carnival, where we got to help dad setting up for the gig and would hang around playing and jumping from the stairs.  As I got older, we would go to help set up in the pub dance hall.  The smell of the empty dance hall the day after remains one of my favourite and vivid memories.  Also at such events, I would be welcomed when I entered by my favourite saxophone tune performed by dad & grand-dad.  It was one of the most beautiful things about that time - only we knew the song was meant for me.  I still tear up when it comes up on the radio.  Mum is a mix of contrasts - a life enthusiast who would dance on tables but was also thick skinned with gentle sweet soul.  She made sure we got our exposure to all possible sports and alternative cultures - even as taking us to Paris after the Velvet Revolution in 1989 (the fall of Communism) when I was 10.  She always thought big and raised us in a truly Spartan spirit, where only the strong survive.  I realise now it’s because of these foundations that I have been able to handle the adversities I have subsequently faced in a positive manner.  My mum remains my hero.  After the fall of Communism life changed for us in the most fortunate way with our brave mum establishing a major business a business and our dad getting out of the steel factory, where mum’s father spent most of his life, and working as an engineer in Prague.  


As for me, motivated to help people, especially kids ( …………………mention sports education in sokol , fast walk , cross country, athletics…….and gypsy girls……….)  I went to nursing school planning to become a doctor in the future.  I loved studying Latin, learning about the human body and engaging with patients (during my working experience in hospital over 3 years. I had the privilege to work with the newborn, children, maternity, post surgery, palliative - dying, gynaecology . During the hospital experiences in another regional town, my friends and I would rent a room from a cranky old lady. I would have my very first own room with charming old furniture, beautiful uncomfortable bed and blossoming jasmine under my window. I loved it. Towards the end of the school.  (We had to choose our profession at age 14) by 17 I got a chance to see the unchanging nature of care in hospital and private practice and the lack of interest, compassion and humanity extending to the relatives.  I’m so grateful this lesson in an early life - to cherish life itself and stay healthy for life has become my motto. My creativity by that time was about to explode. I was being mentored by a local sculptor and laterfound a local girl who studied ceramics at the art school in historical UNESCO Cesky Krumlov. I remember the moment sitting in her bedroom with pictures of bowls and cups around on the walls and dreamt of the possibility to do this for myself. That was a year before the graduation at my nursing school. My mum and I drove down to Krumlov with all my sketches - I’d draw literally everything, people especially - their shapes, expressions and body language fascinated me and still does. We got room in a tiny little B& B under the castle, walked the old streets of once celebrated Alchemist city decorated with symbols to one of many charming medieval taverns the city has on every corner and walked back to our apartment, the entire city was enlightened, we marvelled at castle, church and tiny little houses like from a Disney fairytale and river decorating the city like a ribbon. A perfectly preservedtime capsule. That place just oozed magic, ghost stories, culture and ridiculous architectural and natural beauty, I remember how I wanted to immerse in its culture so badly, as a local. I was beyond nervous at the talent assessment next day and as we all did, compared myself to others in the room, not thinking I’m likely to be chosen. A few weeks after I received a letter inviting me to study and I could not believe my luck. For my graduation ball at the nursing school I had a tailored made black velvet dress by our scary majestic taylor lady friend who’s daughter was a model and she compared everyone to her I felt so fat and clumsy I remember, looking at enlarged portraits of her daughter around the salon! As a protest I made myself a gorgeous hand dyed bring white and orange maxi dress for the after midnight informal party/ disco.  Life was ecstatic, fun and full of promises. 


I had a very eccentric boyfriend in a band at that time, composing songs & poems for me. We spend weekends exploring nature, rocks formations or stayed in my beloved Kutna Hora, another stunning UNESCO city with the most magnificent Gothic cathedral my favourite St Barbara, affectionately called by everyone Barborka, and exception where almost every church was named after a male. I always come to see how is she doing in my annual trips to Czech and it become one of our special places we absolutely adore to visit with my son, hang out with old friends, drink an exotic than in a local tea house and catch up on the year. In my wild youth we camped with blankets in ruins of old castles and churches played guitars and drink more than a healthy dose of beer and rum with friends. There was something innocent and fun about it.  I do often re-visit myincredible life movie and those incredible places. I was the best in my class and live beautifully decadent bohemian life in Cesky Krumlov, living with my beloved gypsies in a convent under the castle. I had blue black long hair, German Shepherd, yellow bike and a bunch of gypsy kids always around me. I’d help them with their schooling, often cook for them and dry their clothes in winter. I loved their street smart attitude and their survival skills. After more more funding the convent got renovated like rest of the city and lost the genus loci for me since. I loved the old patina on the houses, streets wit a real character, still filled with an interesting art and tasty craft. Many backpackers from all over the world discovered the Krumlov magic and some stayed up to 6 moths living in hostels from their $$savings. It has become a cultural Mecca with many concerts, performance nights, and I’ve met people from all corners of the world. Their open-mindedness and tolerance fascinated me. I grew up in Czech full of Czechs, with one language and no migration - a bubble.


I broke up with musician boyfriend as life went on and I discovered that it’s probably not a healthy relationship to put up with.  My parents were together but apart and we’ve not grown up seeing what a relationship should be. I learned the hard way.  There seemed more to life than just party, drink beer and having really shallow conversations ( there is only as much you can talk about after a few Czech size Beers and shots), I simply had enough of that life which I lived to the fullest and there was nothing more to experience.  I went on a full detox of my life - no alcohol, swimming every day, riding my bike everywhere and being last year at the art school - thinking of possibilities for the future. My friends were planning to study at academy of fine arts in Prague, or to stay, buy a run down farm house outside Krumlov and open my own ceramics studio, get a macho boyfriend with long hair and settle for that. I could not see my future life in the Cesky Krumlov which I outgrown and not in Czech either. I wanted to learn English and be able to read any book I wanted from all over the world, access the knowledge. Destiny had it I met an Australian man on holiday who was running a local hostel. After a very romantic meeting and subsequently dating with a German dictionary (as I was fluent in German) I moved in with him in the hostel, then accepted his invitation to come to Sydney, Australia after my course ended.  By then, I had a little bit of English, but no knowledge of Australia, its culture and geography.  So when I arrived I found myself in an unknown foreign land where I did not have the ability to have even a short meaningful conversation. I remember July in Sydney being cold but humid and without a indoor heating like we had at home.  I found it fascinating and exotic.  We stayed in a little room rented by his actor brother at tour at that time at Bondi and myboyfriend got an office job in the city centre.  


Unexpectedly the majority of time I was alone, I did not expect such a cultural shock, isolation and loss of identity.  Most people knew Czech as the former Czechoslovakia and little else about its rich cultural heritage.  I felt pitied like I was so lucky to be in Australia.  I was fortunate to study with Adult Migrant English program basics of English and continued at TAFE, then Sydney University in preparation to get into the Canberra University studying conservation and restoration. I knew from Czech about course for restaurateurs and wanted to continue to work on castles and cultural heritage - my big passion was Spain, Andalusia. During my stay in Sydney I worked tirelessly full time on my English during the day and in a top fine dining restaurant in Sydneyat nights.  After that I was very lucky to work with Tony Pappas in Allpress Espresso - in my opinion one of the best coffee shops in Sydney and a leading expert in a quality coffee industry.  I’ve learned my coffee art there and became the head barista pouring over 1000 cups a day and helping with management.  It was a fantastic learning experience and I’m still friends with them. It was a fast paced tiring life without enjoying my life and even exploring Australia much focused on my learning, my boyfriends involvement with his studies and hip hop band which soon became famous and he was travelling the country with is friends - dream for them, endless hours of recording andgigs all over Sydney and festivals, I realised he was not my holiday boyfriend I fell in love with but someone who converted back into his former life and we ended up with little in common.  I was alone most of the time, most of social events, weekends and celebrations I was solo. My boyfriend got me a surprise second hand ceramic studio and I was selling ceramics at the Oxford St, absolutely loved it.  I ended up spending time with his very kind parents at Central Coast due I guess to not be alone and would catch a trainfrom Sydney Central station along magnificent Hawkesbury River to Gosford. It for these people my understanding of Australia, culture, sentiment, love of land, fascination withEnglish language - laid foundations for my future life here wit a true appreciation of my new home.


I understood very clearly atthe beginning the need to learn English fluently and study the culture to be able to survive here and build a meaningful future life. I’m still working on my English and always will. I’ve got accepted the course at Canberra University, moved to Canberra, Capital of Australia little garage granny flat in a a green leafy suburb and continued with full time study. I would worked 3 different fine dining jobs at nights riding my bike everywhere like in Sydney, except it for very quickly coldCanberra being in the mountains. With the move and our past plans to study and work in Canberra together, reality was quite bleak in my sad lonely relationship where I was waiting for things to change and I finally found the courage to leave my boyfriend, the only bridge to Australia I had. It was a terrifying, sad decision to make,leave someone i still loved. I immersed myself in my studies, took up Spanish, started to volunteer in the National Library sorting our endless bird catalogue in a serene restauranteur rooms. Unfortunately due to the Government changes school feels had to be paid upfront. I could not believe it. I took a semester break and took a job at the Embassy of Czech Republic as a receptionist, one of most dull and boring jobs ever. Canberra got cold , so did my humble garage with no isolation, heating and it was tough. One evening we organised a cheese party with my hospitality friends and as it turned out met the father of my child there.  After my Sydney break-up, being so sad and lonely in a new city with low self esteem I was drawn to people who would anymore showing me a little warm and affection, short unexpected romance. I found myself pregnant and not in a healthy relationship with child born with disability.


What followed was an intense 5 years of therapy where I did most of it, studied new techniques and work every day sometimes trough tears move forward. The other 5 years were focused to to bring my son up with a holistic approach to daily exercise health and discipline for life, being informed about his condition, importance of healthy food and valance lifestyle. Thanks to my background teaching physical education in the club to children of all agesas a teenagers and my nursing experience as well as ,u mother’s summer camps in the nature programs and nursing I created my own program and researched food, nutrition, gluten free diet and the best possible way to nurture and nourish a human body. When my son was born I promised him 10 years of my undivided attention. Ihad to be strong for myself and my baby, ad his father told me after the birth and there was no support from anyone including my son’s father’s family.  We lived in a toxic, isolated abusive environment, toxic relationship with his narcissistic father and after a few years of trying to build my family and sacrifice myself for to cause, a few outrageous incidents which I could have reported back then to the police as a domestic violence but I didn’t because I was terrified what would happened to us and I did not know there was protection against that kind of aggressive behaviour. Life was absolutely became unbearable and when my son was 3 we saved our selves and left, with a few hundred dollars, old washing machine and fridge from his father. Without support of my family the only option back then would have been a women’s refuge. I gave my car to his sister when we went to stay with my family in Czech for a bitand never got it back. 


Once again I had to start all over again. I was able to buy a car and rent a beautiful newly renovated house in the capital cityand it was , still is my sanctuary, for a few days I was on such a high that we actually escaped the tyranny! However, world did not seem like a good friendly place after that experience, I was 100% devoted to my child, essentially becoming his full time everyday therapist as well as having a job as a barista - coffee again saved me. Making sure his needs were met first was a must and for a while it felt like the essence of me, all my past experiences and richness of life was to fuel me during those uncertain early years waiting if my son will talk, walk, think, understand love, socially, be able to go to kindergarten and cool by himself and integrate with his piers. I’ve never stopped believing in his potential,  hope and believe in myself and results of everyday hard work.  I’ve never doubted my role and commitment to him in a big picture.


After years of hard work, therapy, I’ve learned about exercise and exercises our therapy blended into our activities such as teakwood, horse riding swimming, hiking,bodysurfing, …  all the way alongI’ve slowed my life to my son’s abilities and speed and matched my activities with his for sense of normality , balance and belonging. Watching my son blossom, grow with a confidence, creativity, fun adventure and creating the childhood he deserved has been the most rewarding journey. I chose to raise my son in Australia and have no family support, return from our short stay with my family in Czech knowing i’ll be facing single parenthood sooner than later. I forged our life from nothing into one filled with joy, laughter, friends, adventures, creativity and opportunities. I went from cleaning jobs which allowed me to drop everything when needed and be there for my son anytime he had a nose bleed or headache at school ,to waiting table, making coffee to starting 5 businesses around my son as he and his need have developed. It was a huge entrepreneurial journey, of many mistakes and a valuable lessons, exposure to various people in the industry. 


Unfortunately relationship with his father remained impossible and difficult with me doing all therapies, after school activities and weekend adventures, for my son’s sake and development in a non conflict environmentI kept quiet for many years enduring the ongoing psychological violence and control, until recent development when our son started refusing to spend time with is dad and developed an anxiety and vomit because of that. When I saw the that his father treats him the same as me, being totally detached and abusive I took a stand for my son, the one I did not have enough energy to do when I left him all those years ago. After blackmailing, secret recording and rescuing my son form his dad’s house, I applied for DVO where the lawyers warned me not to infuriate him as there was not a physical violence. I was so frustrated with the dated system that I found a therapist specialising in dealing with a narcissistic manand finally someone believed me without commenting me just being emotional. I filled out a questionnaire and he ticked every single box! My self esteem was so low from years of being gradually belittled to no self belief, love and self esteem when seeing the fault was not with me, after years of blaming myself trying to make a sense of things! As expected given his devious nature a few weeks later I received a court papers and a notice of child at risk sayinghe wants him to a full time custody, accussing me of being mentally ill and abusive to my child stating I want to take him to Czech demanding his passport. A truly bizarre and ‘ unfortunate’ application asmy lawyer commented. Needles to sayhe has to pay for therapy with his son to learn how to communicate with him as the court ordered. He’s’ been ordered from any future inappropriate behaviour in the future and contact me only if it considers my child. A true liberation and freedom from the terror. During the difficult time leading up to this I was discouraged and been told off bey family and relatives with ) support and only 3 people truely believed in my cause and supported me. It was a sad and very lonely journey which sifted many relationships in my life.


Since my son was born I’ve been encouraged by family and close friendsknowing our story to share it with the world and I always planned write a book to help other people with my story of hope and big love. I’m on a mission to inspire people to see that life can be different, can be changed right now whatever your age, gender, status into more fun, loving joyful fulfilled and connected authentic experience. In my past I had to search and follow my dreams, my creativity, knowing there is more to life. I cleared all toxic people and negativity from my life, limiting beliefs digging deep and creating a daily healthy habits for life that kept me balance despite of the noise and circumstances around me. I’ve been teaching my son daily mindfulness, gratitude and living with joy from his heart. I’ve raised him to be a beautiful young conscious , aware person who at age 10 knows how he is, stands up for himself and his values and believes his creativity, dreams big, and practices daily gratitude. I’ve gone from blaming myself and undervaluing myself my entire life to love myself fiercely, see myself beautiful, respect myself for all achieved and the promises I’ve made to my son at birth, celebrating my creativity and incredible life journey and grateful for life as it is. I learned to pull myself up by my own hair from a swamp, I’ve learned to be my best friend. I’ve learned that integrity and truth does shine so brightly that any lies have no chance and people can read it, sense it. I’ve learned the power of loving everyone in my life, family for what they are despite our differences. And I’ve a complete trust in my abilities. I went through hell, found the light and going to shine it so bright to guide everyone from fears, darkness, isolation.


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