We sat across from each other, she in her scrubs, I in my usual polo shirt and jeans. The conversation was relatively short; more substantial than a rushed hi-everyone-okay-great-see-you-next-time, but not nearly as drawn out as some of our previous interactions. I did my best to sprinkle some humor into our exchange; objectively, I’d like to think I stayed above the Mendoza line with my choices, though it’s always hard to tell with teenagers. Either way, it wasn’t exactly the time for jokes.
I like to think that I can put people at ease with barely more than a look. I have an image of myself with a warm smile and a welcoming twinkle in my eye, encouraging my clients to open up with little more than a curled lip and a relaxed brow. It might be unrealistic to think that I can help someone relax simply by being relaxed myself but I know it doesn’t hurt.
It didn’t seem to matter with her, though. Continue reading “Goodbyes Are Hard”