2025: the year I stopped worrying

And fell in love with nothingness

It seems dear reader, that I am a liar.

Last night I promised that I would dive deeply into the depravity of the Porta potty conspiracy.

But I’ve flip-flopped and the porta potty post is going to be delayed by a day.

Instead, for New Years, I’m going to share with you the most important thing I’ve learned this year.

In a sentence?

I am nobody.

That’s it.

I’m no one. Nobody. I’m now irrelevant and unimportant.

And that dear reader is fucking fantastic.

When I started this foolsletter almost five years ago I was addicted to some of the platitudes and lies of Mr. Seth Godin.

Make yourself irreplaceable. Strive to have an impact. Change the world. Become so present that they’d miss you if you were gone.

This maxim was everywhere in my life. As a therapist, I stove to care for people, to support them and have a profound and positive impact in the lives of others.

Now?

I’m fully freed from that profession.

Now I’m really good at doing work that is absolutely unimportant.

I’m a fucking tour guide. It does…