Another Day -- Another No Show

These past two weeks have been virulent with no-shows.  The one at 5:30 yesterday (my most popular appointment time) was just one too much and prompted the following new policy:

Hello "T"

 

I am very disappointed that you and your daughter did not keep the 5:30 appointment yesterday that I had set aside for you.  I had prepared myself, my office, your paperwork, reviewed the notes from our numerous telephone conversations and begun your daughter's file. 

 

That you haven't responded to my calls to your home and cell disappoints me further.  I hope that there hasn't been an emergency that caused your absence.

Based on this experience, and too many similar experiences, I am now requiring a credit card number to secure first appointments.  If the person doesn't give proper notice of cancellation, the credit card will be charged $160 for the session.

 I wish you and your daughter all the best.

 

Letter Ll Progress Report

              I’m only a few weeks into the practice of focused discernment between my Self and my self that I wrote about in my January newsletter.  Well, folks, it looks like it’s going to be a long, long year. 

          As much as I like to think of myself as enlightened, conscious, unfailingly kind and compassionate, real life experiences keep showing up that prove otherwise.  Just ask my husband of 35 years.  I’ve nearly bitten his head off twice in the past two days.

          We are preparing for a big remodeling of our really old kitchen.  All we’re doing is making decisions at this point and already my serenity is coming apart at the seams.

          The only thing that’s been keeping me sane is my Bikram Yoga practice.  Yes, there’s a Group-on out right now for it that’s attracting some real bozos to the studio … to the class I happen to be taking … and the challenge to stay out of judgment and anger is enormous … it’s still my best ticket to a quiet mind.

Happy 2014!!!

 

 

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language,

and next year’s words await another voice.

To make an end is to make a beginning.

 

 

T.S. Eliot (1888-1965

(Thank you, Carol Meyer)