I need a fucking mentor. And so do you.

I’m pushing 30, and to most people, it looks like I know exactly what the hell I’m doing. To most people, it looks like I have everything under control. To most people, it looks like I’m on my way to a successful life and one of those shitty ghost written autobiographies.

I know this, because people email me all the time and tell me. And then ask me how they can follow my path.

But let me break it down for you, for real. It is not perfect.

If Tim Ferris was interviewing me for the next edition of Tools of Titans, my one life-hack would be to put Skittles in your can of red bull because it’s funny, foamy and delicious.

So, that’s where I’m at.

Sure, I’m on my way to building exactly the companies and career I want to build. That feels fucking amazing, but I’m not there yet, and while I’m on the path, I recognise that in actual fact, I’m a total mess. I’m all over the place.

I’m happy, but I’m messy, and now more than ever — I need a mentor who can guide what I’m doing and where I’m going. Now, more than ever, I need an advisor.

The fact is, if you want to make it in startups, in entertainment, in whatever field you’re passionate about, you need a mentor too, just like me. We need folks who we can bounce our ideas off, who we can turn to for advice, who can ask us What, When, Where, How and Why.

You can’t be ashamed of that. You can’t be ashamed of asking for help. You can’t be ashamed to put it out there, or embarrassed about what’ll happen when you do. My advice is to embrace the chaos, embrace the mess, and ask for advice. Ask for mentorship. Ask for someone who can step in and guide you.

That’s what I’m doing. Every damn day.