I never had a "real" mentor in my entire life.
I posted this picture (see below) on Facebook two years ago. Back in 2014. And in 2013 I quit my job.
So when I posted this I just entered my second year of being out there on my own doing my thing. Whatever that was or is.
My first year of being out there on my own was mostly about not having any clue about what I was doing. Nothing really worked out. Even today, most things don't work out today. But that's ok. So I just do more things.
When I quit my job back in 2013 I wanted to write a book in three months. It took me ten months to write it.
I moved in with my then girlfriend because I didn't have a place of my own or any furniture. I had to move back out again after just a few short months.
I was losing money every single day. And did so for two more years.
But what I learned in the year where this picture was taken was so much more than I ever learned before or after that.
I learned that by helping others to figure themselves out, you're basically figuring yourself out.
That's why the entire self help industry is basically a scam. Because most people don't really know who they are. Still, if they're lucky enough they take the opportunity and learn about themselves.
That's at least what I somehow did. I was lucky enough that I put myself in a situation where I could learn from hundreds of people.
I was at all of these events. And my name tag said mentor. Whatever that is. But the truth is that I was the mentee. I probably learned more than anybody else at these events.
I learned more about what I didn't want to do. And what I wanted to do. It was like every single person I talked to taught me a lesson.
And I talked to hundreds of people at these events. And they all thought I was their mentor. But the truth is that they were my mentors. And I was their mentee.
Every single person I met along the way taught me a tiny thing about myself and what it was that I wanted to do. Or that I didn't want to do.
And I'm really grateful that some people were crazy enough and put me in these kinds of situations. I'm thankful for everyone who believed in me.
Even though every single time they gave me the wrong name tag. But that's fine. So I was able to learn even more.
In the end the teacher became the student. And the student became the teacher.
In the end I figured myself out by trying to help others figure themselves out...