We got a late start for breakfast on Sunday morning, which landed us shoulder-to-shoulder with half of Nashville, Indiana in the tiny waiting area of Hobnob Corner. An eighty-something couple followed us as we squeezed through the door; the group behind them were left to wait on the sidewalk. My wife is a serial eavesdropper.
Allow me to begin with a reminder that these blogs are written with the purpose of opening discourse, an encouragement to consider a fresh perspective. They are not research pieces, nor are they ever presented as “The Answer.” Most often ideas spring from discussions I have with clients–especially issues I hear repeatedly. Roughly half of
Our first two blog entries were of an historical nature. Today I turn to the present. I have a personal anecdote to share based upon two of my foundational beliefs. I learn as much from my clients as they do from me; this is an integral part of my experience as a therapist.