“Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.”

– Emily Dickinson, American Poet

“I told you I don’t know!” I could tell he was becoming agitated.

“But what do you want?” she persisted. “What do you really, truly want?”

“I’ll tell you what I want,” he said, raising his voice.  “I want this stupid exercise to end.” The female participant looked over at me then back at her husband, wondering if she should pose the question again. I nodded. He held up both his hands in resignation and shook his head.

“OK, I admit it,” he confessed. “I want someone to tell me that it’s OK to be happy!”

“What do you want?” is an exercise...

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