Next door to me is a Generation Xer. He is a very capable, independent man with a good job, including benefits.
Maybe I was having a bout of extreme insecurity. That had to be the reason I served him up a heaping plate of professional advice, unasked for. Immediately he began to glaze over. Never again have I done that. I don't give advice, unsolicitied, to neighbors, friends, colleagues, clients, and prospects.
Instead I listen. If they ask for advice, I frame the whatever as strategies and tactics which have generated results, recently, for X and Y organizations. I add, "They may or may not be effective for you."
Since I have made a best practice of not giving advice, at least not unless it's asked for, my communications boutique has taken off. Clients want you to care, not have all the answers.
The brutal reality is that we just don't know what will pan out. If you are convinced you do know you haven't outgrown your MBA education as yet.
In working with startups in the past 18 months I got it that making a profit often starts with a blank slate. There are no rules. There are only intensive efforts of trying this and trying that. Once a little revenue comes in then the founders are ready to pitch for venture capital. That's when they look to me to make sense from the chaos. But the gameplan comes from their own interpretation of what is happening. Not mine.