Nothing is ever as easy as it seems. Yet many Boomers make excuses about how lucky, or how privileged, or how blah-blah-blah someone else is, and therefore they are justified in their self-pity and self-doubt. (please excuse me while I go throw up…be right back)
How lame is it to make a promise to a 7-year old that when he turns eight he’s old enough to travel on a business trip with Dad, and not fulfill it until he’s 11? With one week before departure, I figured it out, bought his plane ticket and finally fulfilled my promise to Chapin.