Please drop a comment with the time you saw this post. Just running a small experiment 🙏

..that you've learned so far in your journey as a presenter that you wish you'd understood from the beginning! Example; When I got tricky questions in a meeting or in a presentation, I felt like I had to answer them directly on the spot. This sometimes put me in a "bullshitting position" where I just made stuff up. I later understood that It's okay to not hold all the answers, it's okay to say "You know what, that's a REALLY good question, let me look it up and get back to you on that".

Hey Team! Tell me, what is your business and what are you using to market yourself and get clients today? Would love to hear and also help out where possible, drop a comment below with your current situation and I'll answer if you want input 🫡

Yesterday, my mother would have turned 83. And yesterday, I finished something I never thought I could: my first book. Not just a manuscript. A reckoning. A return. A quiet homecoming: to myself. It’s called: 𝙰 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙵𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝙰 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. But this post… isn’t about the book. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 Thank you, @David JP Phillips , @Alexander Grabner Jarlung , @Taz Hartley and fellow students. You didn’t just teach me how to speak. You taught me how to see. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘅 didn’t just organize my thoughts. It unearthed my life. It gave meaning to moments I had buried in silence. It gave language to feelings I had long avoided. And in that clarity, something shifted. Not just as a storyteller. Not just as a writer. But as a man. 𝗡𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 No spotlight. No standing ovation. Not yet. But the shift? Irreversible. Undeniable. Alive. This book, finished quietly on her birthday, is the proof. It is a bow to the past. And a bridge to what’s next. 𝗧𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 I’ve been quiet.Absent, even. Not because I’ve given up. But because I was deep in it. The work. The rewiring. The rewrite...of me. Now I return. Not to sell. Not to pitch. But to simply say: Thank you. I'm still here. Wiser. Softer. More whole. 𝗧𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 Whatever you're facing. Whatever storm you are learning to name. Please don’t stop. Sometimes, the pain becomes purpose. Sometimes, the fog becomes form. And sometimes, you find yourself on a page, in a pause, or in a voice that finally feels like your own. Keep going. You’re not just changing your story: You’re becoming it. Kind regards, Anton

I love bringing a trunk full of clothes and objects to my workshops because they hold stories we don’t yet know, identities waiting to be born, voices that are not ours but come through us. When you put on a hat, a scarf, a pair of shoes that don’t belong to you, something shifts—you’re no longer yourself, you’re someone else, and suddenly, the imagination takes over. You begin to speak without knowing what you’re going to say, and yet it makes sense, the voice aligns, the body follows, and a language appears—one you’ve never used before, but somehow deeply know. It’s a mystery how quickly things connect when you allow yourself to not control them. Creativity becomes an unconscious force, a river of unexpected truths. Humor is the bridge. Laughter is the spark that activates your own endorphins and the audience’s heartbeat. It’s not easy for everyone—people fear looking ridiculous. But I believe ridiculousness is an art form reserved for the brave few. When you embrace it, something magical happens: shame dissolves, the mask falls, and you discover the infinite characters you’ve always carried inside.