Kemila Zsange

One of the most asked questions in my consultations is how I became a hypnotherapist. With that question, my first thought is often, “Do you have three hours?”

But instead of saying that, the versions of my answers vary depending on the time we have left in our consultations. It is a long story. So much so I dedicated a chapter called Onto the Promised Path in my memoir of sorts Carol’s Lives.

Recently, I was joking with a client that if I were to choose a profession again, two would be at the top of my list: A mail delivery person and a window cleaner – “Just imagine walking around with a bag of mail, visiting all sorts of houses, saying hello to kids and pets, maybe even occasionally striking up a meaningful conversation with different kinds of people. It’s healthy. It’s fresh air.

I could save a gym membership, and I’d be paid to walk around. Or, equally interesting, as a window cleaner, I’d be hanging in the air, cleaning windows, looking into different rooms and greeting different families, maybe even spotting some family dramas live…” At this point, my client exclaimed, “But you are doing just that!”