Wednesday, August 26, 2015
I had my third reading with a client, and realized I saw her yearly around this time. She said that it was actually her birthday and I was her birthday present to herself.
What a lovely treat, to be given as a gift to oneself!
Thursday, August 20, 2015
I think there is a big difference between privacy and secrecy. There are things about my life that I don’t want splashed across the internet, because they are private, and I hold them close to me, but they are not secret – other people in my life know about them and it would not devastate anyone to find them out.
If I meet a couple who has chosen to have an open relationship – they both know that Thursday night they go out separately and have sex with others – then I have no problem with it. That is their private business. But I often meet couples where one person is going out and having sex with others and flat out lying about it to their partner – and that causes a lot of problems. That is not privacy; that is secrecy – a piece of information that can be devastating if it were to come out. It has been my experience that secrecy is almost always harmful to relationships. So by all means keep your privacy, but beware of keeping secrets…
Sunday, August 16, 2015
I have a saying – if you want something done, give it to a busy person. Sometimes I have something to do and a whole day to do it in, and mysteriously wait to the last five minutes to get it done. If it’s not urgent, it can take a week (I don’t know if I am meant to confess this in New York, it might get me thrown out!)
But give me something urgent to do, better yet, give me 2 urgent and 7 other things to do, and I just power on through. I’m a list lover from way back – I create lists, annotate my lists, rearrange them, really they are works of art – and then, I buckle down and get through them. So if there is something you want to do, start with a list, and give yourself a deadline, even an artificial one, and then watch it happen.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
|Disconnected, by Suhair Sibai|
So I was walking through my neighborhood, huffing and puffing under my breath. Then a woman stops me and says, “Liat, do you remember me,” which is a difficult situation for me; I read for so many people and I don’t always recognize them out of context. But as I looked at her, the details of her reading came back to me, “You work with chocolate,” I said and she smiled. And then she said, “I can’t afford to come right now, but I think of you and your readings all the time.”
And there it was… I was really touched and my grumpiness just evaporated