“Tricia, sometimes I advise you to do something, and I can watch you think it over, take it into consideration, and plan your next step with that advice in mind.
Other times, I can see immediately on your face: nope. She’s not going to do what I just asked her to do. Not a snowball’s chance. At least not within the next six months.
I’m learning the dance, Tricia. Sometimes it’s a predictable, measured waltz. Other times, it’s an eighties swing with no rhythm, rhyme or reason.
So I continue to counsel you, and I watch what you’ll do on the dance floor.”
I imagine it’s a tricky proposition to offer therapy and counseling to a girl who vacillates between compliant and fiercely independent. Especially when I’m not even sure where I am on the spectrum.
It’s good to be known. And she’s brilliant.