peace out therapy
Alright. As I continue to saddle up, pray for spring, and hustle some secret moves that I will be able to get into soon, something else worth mentioning occurred yesterday. About fifteen minutes into my psychology session (this being visit seven) I ran out of things to talk about. So we both smiled at each other for ten more minutes, and then my beautiful doctor with a bob cut and square-toe pumps kindly stated, "You can come back in the...