We are what we repeatedly do.
Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit.
THE FIRST COUPLE HOURS of my night out with my then-boyfriend-now-husband, Leif, it appeared like our evening was directly out of the New Year’s Eve scene in the romantic comedy When Harry Met Sally. Leif and I were partying with more than two thousand people at a New Year’s Eve gala, hosted by Washington, D.C.’s Pros in the City. Braveheart- and attention-loving Leif had shunned the traditional suit or tux in an effort to display his deep respect to his Scottish roots. Yes, he wore his kilt—with the green and navy MacPherson hunting tartan. Little did we know, our happily-ever-after evening would quickly take a turn for the worse ...