Every year, I take a vacation—by myself—without my wife and without my kids. I started taking this annual “me time” vacation seven years ago—and even though my wife doesn’t go with me, she cherishes them. So do my coworkers. Even my kids appreciate them. When I come back, I’m a much better husband, a much better dad, and a much better boss.
I call these annual vacations my own Radical Sabbatical. I must confess that, when I started taking these trips, I took a lot of heat from my friends. They wondered how I could be so selfish and why I wanted to be alone. Some of them would just wink at me and say, “Lucky dog. I wish I could garner some of that me time.”
But these personal Radical Sabbaticals aren’t just any vacation. I ...