I rush in and say a quick hello to Rose, the receptionist. She always reminds me of the golden girls and she really does look/act and even talks like that Rose too, weird. You ever notice that receptionist always has such bland/boring/OLD sounding names? Maybe that’s just me overanalyzing absolutely nothing. Whatever.

So I go in setting my messenger bag that carries my laptop and such, on the side of the couch of my regular seat. Walking over I grab a blanket from the stack in the corner, and going back over to claim my ‘real-estate’ for the next two hours. Once I got comfortable, which doesn’t take long considering this has got to be the softest form fitting couch ever. Seriously you just sink right into it. I set about taking out my note book and such all with my bottle of water and bottled Starbucks fappachino ‘MINT’, of course, is there any other kind?

This is all apart of my routine. And I like it like that.

So yesterday I spoke with the doc before I left as per usual and he finally, somehow convinced me that it was my turn to tell my story or at least a part of it. Pretty much whatever I can with completely freaking out in there and running away like I did last time. I’m actually not as nervous as I thought I would be or was and I really think that I’m finally ready to share a part of me that I have yet to tell a soul. So instead of telling one person, I’m going to be telling 14 including the doc, intern, and administrator. Yeah, no pressure here or anything.

I look around still a few minutes left to begin and people are now starting to filter in. We all do our little head nods and pleasant "good morning’s" to each other.

Ok, so I guess it’s about time I let you know where I am and the immediate reasons why, I’ll get into the rest when I’m sharing my experience with the rest of the group.