The 24-year-old Life Coach, and Other Things I Don’t Understand.

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It seems the older I get, the more questions I have. The world is changing, and some concepts have exceeded my grasp. Here are a few things I am pondering:

On many of the social media sites I frequent, Lifestyle blogs seem to be quite popular. Let’s face it, people want to stay relevant. They want to know what the latest and greatest ideas and trends dominate today’s world. Keeping up with the times is important. However, the dependency on strangers who post on social media, regardless of how compelling their articles are, to guide you through life seems like a recipe for failure.

Career choices are often made by people looking to ride the next wave into the future. They observe someone’s success and think they can copy by following the trend. Elon Musk rode electric cars to recognition. Although if not for Tesla, he would have found something else because he was driven to make money and become an influencer. I can’t say for sure, but I doubt he owes his success to a lifestyle blogger.

Then comes the Life Coach. Do people really hire other people to coach them on how to live their lives?

I met a young woman not long ago who informed me of her passion to become a Life Coach. I asked her, “How old are you?” She told me she was 24 years old, but very mature. It still mystifies me. What does a 24-year-old know about life? She has likely lived less than a quarter of her life expectancy and knows very little about the road ahead.

Wanting to know more, I went online and found a school that offers a class to become a Certified Life Coach in just 6 weeks. The cost of the class was only $149!

Seriously? I am going to live my life based on advice from a 24-year-old who took a 6-week course. Sorry, I don’t think so.

I mean, I had a life coach once. I called him Dad. His coaching strategy was pretty simple. Do something good, and he would say, “Atta boy!” Do something stupid, and he would call me over and admonish me with a series of expletives, then offer a smack across my behind or a slap across my head. I quickly learned not to do stupid things or at least make the things I did appear to be good, even if they were stupid. I think my dad is starting to sound like a genius. At least he had years of trial-and-error experience.

And what happens if you choose the wrong Life Coach? Can you fire them in the same way that a professional sports team fires its coach for not winning? Who becomes the loser? The Life Coach or the person being coached?

Then another question popped into my head. Do Life Coaches have Life Coaches? What if your Life Coach learns something new from their Life Coach, and they realize they have been giving you bad advice for the last few years? Do they give you a refund? Do they start over from the beginning and correct their mistakes? The whole Life Coach thing has confused me.

Finally, as I was writing this article, one more thing I never understood entered my mind. Why can’t women’s tennis outfits have pockets? Every woman player I watch takes two balls to begin her serve. One to start the point, and an extra ball that she tucks into her skirt or under their pants because she doesn’t have a pocket.

I mean, men's tennis players have pockets. Why can’t women?

Truth be told, I find it somewhat arousing when I see a little glimpse of her firm butt cheek as she tucks the ball under her skirt. I wondered: Maybe it was perverted men who decided that women should not have pockets?

Have women spent so much time fighting for the right to vote and equal pay for equal work that they have forgotten to demand pockets on their tennis skirts? I think the feminist movement should place a higher priority on pockets for women tennis players.

I’m not sure if I should be the one to start the crusade for pockets. Perhaps I should ask my Life Coach?