We have a complicated relationship with change. It’s like a frustrating game of red light, green light. We want it (green light), but then we don’t want it (red light). We resist change and then beg for it. We want the positive results of change, but we don’t want to experience the journey it will
Have you ever considered that what you do when you’re under stress actually reveals a lot about what’s going on under the surface? I just spent the last five days with my dear friends who were visiting from out of town, which is the best and I loved having them here, but whenever you host
Have you ever noticed the version of your personality that comes front and center when you’re making new friends or in an unfamiliar social setting? Are you funny, charming, quiet, awkward, or serious? Do you find that you have a go-to persona that you pick up when you’re with new people? Well, I’ve been on
So much of waiting includes hiddenness. You feel hidden. Your way feels hidden. God feels hidden. We live in a world that’s wired to investigate and uncover what’s hiding in order to expose a wrong or put a noteworthy thing on display. We only like mystery if we can solve it and figure it out,
When I first greet clients in the waiting area and take them back to my office whether it’s for our first or fortieth session they are usually feeling a combination of nervous, afraid, agitated, stressed, and any other possible emotion. If I were to try and plow full speed ahead into a deep conversation with
Follow my blog with Bloglovin “But when did we ever win in the end when we lowered our standards and dumbed down who we are to get what we think we want? I’m more convinced than ever that the right person will never ask you to diminish yourself so that they can be comfortable being
I haven’t been a counselor for very long but in the short time I’ve been practicing, the majority of clients I’ve worked with have endured some really traumatic experiences in their lives. It never ceases to amaze me how we never know what another person has gone through. The lady checking you out at the
At this same time last year I was in a quandary of sorts. I had been living in California for the last year and a half, and was two months shy of finishing my Counseling degree. For a year leading up to this point I had this mysterious but strong impression that something major was going to
It was a really cold Saturday afternoon in Chicago two weeks before Christmas, and I was doing what basically every other person in the city was doing–going Christmas shopping, of course. On this particular December day it was so cold that literally every time you stepped out of your warm car or house you just