Today I talked to a really sweet and awesome person.

There was no agenda, just a willingness to connect and share and become friends.

I told her that after 7 or 8 years of coaching (and decades of brutal living), I still don’t know what it is that I do, and it actually gets worse.

I couldn’t pitch my offerings if you put a gun to my head.

What I ‘sell’ always seems to change, and instead of more clear and more outlined, more niched, and even more neatly categorized, it becomes more abstract and unfathomable.

Sometimes that feels like a very bad thing.

Like I have an obligation to be absolutely crystal clear.

Like people only want to have a B for their huge uncertain A.

Like I need to have all the answers, and a heavy responsibility to pull them out of my high hat all the time.

But I don’t have them, piled up in a shiny toolbox.

The answers.

The B’s.

The next steps.

‘I don’t really know anything’, I confessed.

There was a moment of silence.

‘Well, maybe that’s what a lot of people actually need’, she replied.

‘No cookie-cutter solutions, no glorified answers, no strategies ‘backed up by the latest science’, just an exploration, an engaging and rich conversation with a person who is really fucking good at not knowing.’

And I guess she was onto something.

So Here I am.

Master of Nothing.

Are you up for it?

Mail me.

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(Photo by @kellysikkema, for Unsplash)