Twenty questions across the four domains that carry a man's life.
No one is watching. But you will know if you lied.
There are no right answers. Only honest ones.
This audit has no middle option. You can't sit between two answers, because you don't sit between them in your life either.
Five minutes.
That's where this starts, whether or not it's the one you came here worried about. Men almost always want to begin with the domain that's easiest to explain to other people. It's rarely the one that's actually load-bearing.
The full breakdown — what your band actually means, what your weakest domain predicts about the next two years, and the one thing to do this week — is written up properly.
Where do I send it?
I'll never pass your details to anyone. Privacy.
That's your read. Nothing to buy today, and I'm not going to pitch you on the back of a five-minute questionnaire.
A copy is on its way to your inbox. Over the next few days I'll send four more emails. They're about how men end up here, which is a different question from what to do about it.
If you want to reply and tell me which domain you already knew was coming, I read those myself.
— Val Kitsakis
Stand unbowed.