I hate giving advice. I know that may seem strange given that my blog is very personal development-esque and normally those sites are like the “here’s-some-advice-thunderdome.”
But when I offer advice I get too invested. If my advice works, there’s part of me that wants to say, “See! I told ya so.” Or, if the person doesn’t listen I get all, “Well, I tried to tell ya…”
I know, I know… I’m working on it people.
Often times, we give the right advice but we just aren’t the right messenger. Maybe we’re too close to the person for them to listen. They need to hear it from someone else. Like, a dead scholar or something. It seems like once someone dies, the advice they gave while alive becomes more valuable.
Another reason—probably the best reason—is that, what do I know, really?
All I can tell you is what’s worked for me and what hasn’t. I try to tell stories with a lesson so people can learn from my experience or, at least, know they aren’t alone in feeling a certain way.