Round 2
For those of you with any experience in counseling, this is what would be labeled as "shame" - or, in other words, poor internal communication. I’m clearly not enjoying myself and am just ready for this to be over. If I don’t like my shots, I can always have Joe do another set. Then, Joe suggests we switch the background ... this set up just isn't working out. So off we go.
And, the internal dialogue starts up again, but this time I don’t hide it so well. Joe stops the photo shoot.
"Lindsay, what’s wrong. What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“Ugh!” I say as I slouch down and put my head in my hands. I think for a few seconds and answer, “Here’s what I’m thinking about ...” and I proceed to rattle off the list.
“Where did those thoughts come from?” Joe asks.
“Lots of people over the years ... and ... myself.”
“Well,” he said (as only a loving husband could say), “Then get them out of your head, 'cause those aren’t true. Just relax and be yourself.”
|