I was a bit of a precocious child and any family or friends reading this are fervently nodding their heads in agreement. Many of the gray hairs on my parents head were probably caused by parenting me. I was independent and a bit stubborn, and I liked to do things my own way. I’d like …
I’m not sure how I made decisions yesterday, but some of them were clearly faulty. The first faulty decision was to miss church to outrun a rain storm, so I could kayak down a river that was swollen from recent rains. The current was powerful and swift. But I felt confident I could manage it. …
I met with a client last week who questioned decisions she had made in her life and how her life would be different if she had taken another path at a fork in the road. I thought about how many times we make decisions with our fingers crossed that it is the right one. Then …
A young woman sat on my couch and shared the ways in which her marriage, which was headed toward divorce, was showing signs of rebirth. Intimate conversations and a renewed sense of connection gave her hope. She also shared how scary it was to be in this place of rebirth. What if it only lasts …
Today, my friend shared a nightmare she experienced last night. She had been diagnosed with breast cancer and was beginning treatment. As she lay on the table waiting for chemo to begin, the clock on the wall began to get louder and louder. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Time is marching on. It’s been a theme …
