i mentioned, i think on friday, that i have started going to therapy. i also mentioned that the therapist i saw was handing me to someone else in his practice who he thought would be perfect for me and my issues, needs, etc. well i saw said referral therapist (heretofore known as “dr. eyecandy”) yesterday, and my co-worker was right. he is a cutie. hot in fact. great! god’s all, “not only am i gonna make you divulge your deepest, darkest secrets, ...
i moved to ny almost three and a half years ago. one of my favorite places in the city is lincoln center. i’ve spent countless days and nights sitting at the fountain writing poetry, reading, writing, thinking, dreaming and reflecting. if i’m ever in a bad mood or down in a funk, nine times out of ten you’ll find me sitting on the fountain (if the weather is nice) facing the met and pondering the circumstances of my situation.
over the past ...
i’m just coming back from my very first therapy session. i left the office with a huge smile on my face and a bit of a skip in my step. now, i don’t know if that’s because i’m happy that i finally took that step to get some of these issues under my grasp, or because it’s now official that i’m good-n-crazy.
i walked into my therapist’s 57th street office building feeling calm yet a bit jittery. i’ve actually been looking forward to this ...
