Doing Something Unimportant Well Does Not Make

By Using Money As The Scapegoat And Work As Our All-consuming Routine, We Are Able To Conveniently Disallow Ourselves To Do Otherwise: 'john, I'd Love To Talk About The Gaping Void I Feel In My Life, The Hopelessness That Hits Me Like A Punch In The Eye Every Time I Start My Computer In The Morning, But I Have So Much Work To Do! I've Got At Least Three Hours Of Unimportant Email To Reply To Before Calling Prospects Who Said 'no' Yesterday. Gotta Run!

Most People Are Good At A Handful Of Things And Utterly Miserable At Most.

The Golden Years Become Lower-middle-class Life Revisited. That's A Bittersweet Ending.

What's The Worst That Could Happen?

Remember—boredom Is The Enemy, Not Some Abstract "failure.