I am meeting with a new therapist today. I’m actually kind of excited. Truth be told, I outgrew my old therapist years ago, but laziness kept me crawling back whenever I found myself needing to vent or needing mothering advice, or whatever I thought I needed. She finally kicked me out though, so I have been forced to find someone new.
It’s almost like an internet date:
Will I like her?
Will she like me?
Will we decide to work together, seeing one another weekly, or will I walk out of her office realizing that it is not a love connection?
I like her name.
I like her accent.
I hope I like her too.
Did you ever realize that therapist can be broken down to:
I don’t know why I never thought of that until this morning. Haha. This one charges so much that she really could be the rapist, if you know what I mean. My Dad always said I wouldn’t make a living as a therapist, but looking at what I’m paying for my daughter’s therapist, and what my husband pays for his daughter’s therapist, and what this woman today charges, I’m not so sure I agree. Well, truth be told, they are all MD’s, and I would have been a measly PhD had I gone forward past my MS (which I did not obviously or I wouldn’t be selling real estate now… or would I?).
Ok. Wish me luck. I have to go figure out what to wear for my date…
I mean my meeting with my new potential therapist.
I’ll keep you posted.