Friends, I have a lovehate relationship with being a human. Most of the time I'm the rock for my family, my friends, my colleagues, my clients. But sometimes I'm crumbling from the inside out. Weirdly, it's the crumbling that makes me a better rock. Let me give an example. For as long as I can remember, my now 10-year-old, the older son, has been obsessed with airplanes. He wants to design them. He wants to build them. He wants to fly them. He wants to live in them if he can. So, like any parent, got to sto ...