I’m what I describe as a stealth competitor. I really don’t care about competition. I don’t seek it out for fun or have a trophy room or childhood scrapbook filled with ribbons from Field Day or science fairs. My Love language is Acts of Service…
The distress that brings people to my office seems to follow a theme that sets in and needs to run its course like the flu virus. Small coughs and aches give way to fever and runny nose just before the throwing up sets in. Misery.…
When people ask me what I do, I tell them I’m a relationship therapist. That usually raises an eyebrow followed by a pause which is followed by a question. THE question- “So… who do you work with?” Very simply, I work with anyone who is…