I’m constantly surprised to learn how many self-designated “life coaches” are in their 20s and 30s.
It makes me giggle a little bit, to tell you the truth. When I think of how much I thought I knew at 25, and compare that to how little I actually knew, the gap between perception and reality is a staggering one.
I’m sorry. But even if you hit the big time at 22, there is only so much life you’re qualified to advise on. And it ain’t that much.
But I think it’s cute that they’re trying. As long as they understand that they will never, ever see a penny from me.