And then he told me about a spat with his wife the night before. They were visiting one of his construction job sites and his wife had said “Wouldn’t it look better to extend the awning over this whole section?”He had gone ballistic. “Don’t you know I’ve been working on this design for months and that it is way too late in the process for changes like that?” And on and on. Everyone had retreated into their corners before it was over.
“Huh,” I said. “So, what did you make her comment mean?”
Silence. “Good question. I’ll have to write that down.”
“Well? It sounds like her comment landed in your universe as something more than just her comment. What did it mean to you? What was the message you received?”
“That I’ve fallen short. Didn’t do it right. That I never do things right.”
“Wow. She didn’t say all that. Whose voice was it you heard?”
Silence. “I hate you. It was my dad. I could never do anything right in his eyes.”
“Sounds like you emptied your truck at the wrong dump, huh?”
“Yeah. Thanks. “
“What do you want to have happen now?”
And on it goes…
