I just got back from a week at Cabo San Lucas celebrating my 25th wedding anniversary, but two years ago my life was much different. My 40-year-old son had just died of cancer, leaving behind 5 children, my 5 grandchildren, and a distraught wife. My youngest daughter had gone off to college not long before, leaving me and my wife as empty nesters, and I was getting what some have called the seven-year itch.
I started reading more and more self-help books and even took a course on how to find happiness. I read “The How of Happiness” and “The Myths of Happiness” by Sonja Lyubomirsky and ended up on a quest to find my nirvana. You see, I had spent my whole life pleasing others, living for others, doing for others and all of a sudden one day I woke up and realized I needed to start living for myself.