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Growth involves dealing with anxiety. I have noticed this more than once in my practice: supposedly "failed" homework [from a psychologist] gives a successful result in some other respect. Asking the client to tap into their potential highlights the real obstacle to be dealt with, literally removing it from the realm of the unconscious.

Sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Once upon a time
you will postpone life for the Sabbath.
Be afraid of calls not attached to the plan -
Unexpected.
Work, worries, work, worries, work,
And the lines of the laid off sea,
And the sea in a glass.
One day, you will postpone life for the summer.
Blame bad weather for cheating.
In the foggy oblivion of the face
no longer from childhood.
We are somewhere on the verge of you and who you believed,
who you will become.
Once I realized,
that all that is written - request :
To myself
do not crash into your own fee,
To yourself -
lost between the Trains and the Thrones,
Calmly accept:
This path is impossible calmly.

“He thought it was you. How many brothers did you stab? How many fathers, sons, husbands have you killed? How much, brave Achilles?

Lost my thought! The finder, we kindly ask you not to take it into your head.

They used to say - go out, fool! And now - come tomorrow!

And one more request, last. Here without me, of course, will be this... Shervinsky.
- He if you happen.
- Sorry. You see, my dear, I don't like it.
- What, might I ask?
His courtship of you is too pushy. And I would be desirable...
- What would you?
- Well, I can't tell you that... You're a smart woman, well educated and understands how to control himself, not to cast a shadow over the name of Thalberg.
- Well, I will not cast a shadow over the name of Thalberg.
- I'm not telling you that you can change. I know that this can not be.
- Why do you think, Mr R., that this can not be?
- Elena, Elena, Elena! I don't know you! A married lady! Change! Fifteen eleventh, I'm late.

You drank our last water?
Races answered irritably:
- I first asked.
- When?
Another pause.
- When you slept.

Not like a father!
Neither the father of his father!
You hear
I ask you,
Daughter?

All because we are friends. But if you asks a friend, don't ask and help.

I again sat in the saddle in front of him, my horse we were about. I thanked Jamie for the help. He shrugged off my gratitude:
- Not at all, lady!
But for you it was risky, I said. - Unfortunately, I did not realize that endanger you your request.
- Ah! - he said it, but a minute later added with a short laugh: - Oh, do not you think me less brave than a little English miss?
Twilight descended, and Jamie let the horses trot. We hardly spoke on the way, and when he reached the castle, he left me short: "good night, Mrs. English!" But I felt that was the beginning of friendship is much deeper than that, which is limited to the light-hearted chit-chat under the Apple trees.

- You all right?
I don't know who you are and why you came here as a guardian angel, but please keep that spirit!

- And I have just a request. You have mounds of Scythian.
- Yes? Yes!
- Can somehow be arranged, well ordered, that there the land is not stolen, the road can be done somehow. Well, that is a shame - a historical monument all the same, please.
Anton Romanovich, and you it what for?
- Yes, it's not just me, it's you need.

One thing to know what you want. Much harder to ask.