suzen,
Yes! What I like about NLP is so many people focus on what they don’t want, it’s easy to do. NLP makes us ask the questions, “What do I want instead? What small step can I take right now to move me in that direction?” Powerful questions if we are willing to take the time to notice and to think.

bkikehikebabe,
I agree. Preaching is useless. Set a good example. It reminds me of when we dropped Kaitlin off to college for the first time. I was sad until Andy looked at me with a big smile and said, “We’re empty nesters now. We no longer have to be a good example for our child. Where shall we go and what shall we do?” Talk about a mood lifter.

That’s why we interrupt people. If we didn’t we’d forget what we wanted to say.

Woe is the parent who screams “Quit yelling!” Slaps the child & says, “Don’t hit!” Your actions speak louder than your words.

Example. Sometimes, my kids make a lot of noise. If I want them to be quiet (& who doesn’t?), I certainly don’t try to shout them down. I stand in the middle of them and stay very, very quiet. Eventually, they notice me and start to calm down. Once they’ve done that – it can take a while – I speak to them.

I am not always that much in control. But sometimes I am. And the results are much better than they would otherwise be.
.-= gaelikaa´s last blog ..Doubts and Regrets =-.

I am going to read the post again….I will be back….
.-= gaelikaa´s last blog ..Doubts and Regrets =-.

When friends came to see the house, I came to the door in a bathrobe. “Are you sick?” they’d ask. No, just mentally ill.

I was an optimistic Cheerful Monk before sending this & now I’m a jaded cynic.

Thank you for those lines.

We heard all sorts of stories about contractors not paying their bills and the client being stuck with them so we were very careful there. But when we built the greenhouse up on our land the fellow dug the hole then kept putting things off for two years. I finally got him to admit he wasn’t going to come back so we could get another contractor and finish the darn thing. My husband sometimes has too much patience.

She asked for money & was paying the bills on her house & not ours.

We were being sued for bills that were supposed to have been paid. When friends came to see the house, I came to the door in a bathrobe. “Are you sick?” they’d ask. No, just mentally ill.

I was an optimistic Cheerful Monk before sending this & now I’m a jaded cynic.

‘Cause crabs walk sideways, lobsters walk straight and
We won’t let you take her for your mate.”

Thanks for the memory, Ursula.