As a little girl, we would stop at a gas station, my mom would come back to the car with a miniature Reese’s cup. When I was having a tough day, she’d swing by TCBY for a parfait. When she’d be out running errands and see the type of trinkets with names on them, she’d scour the rack to bring home mine. She’d always look so delighted to bestow upon me these little unexpected gifts - sursees as she’d call them. Receiving those sursees always made me feel seen. Not for my accomplishments. Not for my behavior. Not for any particular reason. Simply for being me. That’s my hope for my clients. To feel fully understood and seen - by themselves, by me, and by those around them once we define the style that resonates with their story. I’ve since learned “sursee” is a Southern US term with no formally agreed upon spelling that means an unexpected, often inexpensive gift. It’s hidden in our name, because working with Surseen is a gift to yourself.
