If all else fails, bribe everyone with cookies and candy.
The less than idyllic truth is this: sometimes our dreams are bullshit.
My family, I suspect, like most others, does the post-work, pre-dinner dance that goes a little like: What do you want for dinner? I dunno, what are you thinking? [from the sidelines]: Pizza! Nachos! Chocolate! Chicken nuggets! Let’s go to McDonald’s! Swiss Chalet! Montanas! Cookies! Can I have dessert? Will there be extra? NO SWEET… Continue reading what the hell do you want to eat?
We’d never attempt to build a house without the appropriate tools and training, so why the hell do we think we can build our lives and relationships without them?
We’ve all heard the phrase The highway to hell is paved with good intentions, but let’s not wash it with sorry tears.
I applaud you for taking a chance and making this sales thing you’re doing work for you… but I want us to be friends, not a transaction.
So, I’m going to ask a favour of you: Please don’t exploit our friendship.