Well, I did it. Tomorrow I will be seeing somebody. I hope he is good. The receptionist was extra-friendly when I called, and reassured me that not only is he a phenomenal therapist, but he is also super-nice. She added with a bit of a knowing chuckle, probably about others at the practice, that some people are really great therapists but they're not as nice.
We'll see how it goes. I am a little anxious about it. Seems fitting, no?
I picture Betty Draper from Mad Men splayed out on the therapist's couch, talking more to the ceiling than anything. (Author's Note: I am nothing like Betty Draper, except that we are both blonde.) TV never seems to show a therapist caring about a patient. Of course, TV is bad at a lot of things.
So what's going to happen? I'll fill out some paperwork, and then talking will happen. That's all I know. Maybe I will be able to tell you more tomorrow. I'm excited to be doing something really good for myself.
In the meantime, I've been having a good week. I wrote a new poem, and I have new resolve to kick ass in a major poetry slam that's happening next week. If I win, I will be going to Colorado to represent Philadelphia in a national poetry event! Competition will be tough. I'm honestly a bit terrified, and I've decided that's a good thing. More motivation to be awesome, I think.
Meanwhile, it's back to the usual workday routine. How are you today, DOC?