This week my wife and kids were out of town for a cousin’s wedding. This left me with the choice to be a lazy ass, a workaholic, or somewhere in between. I chose the workaholic route. While I normally spend about 60 hours a week at the office, in the last week I’ve spent over 90. I was able to finally work on some projects I haven’t had time for, and start thinking about future projects as well. But something happened this week, something amazing.
I realized that I was doing it all wrong.