Living Free
My understanding of therapy is that it is supposed to be fairly one sided. I assume there must be different approaches or techniques, but for the most part, my 10 years sitting in offices have been the same. I babble on about my neuroses and fears while my modestly dressed therapist nods her head. Historically, I’ve been a goldie locks of sorts when it comes to therapists. This one makes too many puns about my weight (“the weight of the situation is…”, “i’m hungry for more details, I use that word intentionally…”). This one offers too little rational…
I put on my most modest cotton Banana Republic capris and
brown moccasins. I put my hair in a bun for extra effect. It was humid
outside, so curls sprung out from all over my head in a fashion that
ensured I’d be single for months to come, a factor that really drove
the look home. I asked for Jane at the circulation desk, just like she
told me to. I’d arrived on time for my interview at the local public
library.
I am and always have been an avid reader. Anyone who knows
me, even on a surface level…
Winnie Potter
Loves writing, traveling, good food and great books
