Back at my parents’ home in Honolulu one afternoon, my father asked me, “Are you sure you’re just consulting 25 hours a week? Because it sure seems like a full time job!”
“Of course I’m sure Dad,” I retorted. But before I knew it, the sun had already set. Another day in paradise, gone. I was working too intently on a client project to care about my niece who wanted to play at the beach or spend time with my mother who just wanted to catch up.