The Path

This morning as I entered my office, I felt the overwhelming sense of “I made it.” Not just here, but here in a lifetime’s mission kind of way. I’ve made it to the other shore. I look around this office at artifacts and tokens that tell you something about the inside of my head, and I feel at home. This is the kind of home I’ve never felt before; this is my office. There is no boss, just me and my office.

On the wall above my desk is a schematic hand drawing of the Brooklyn Bridge. My time in the Big Apple is justified. More importantly, as I progressed from cubicle to shared office to private office everywhere I went, I never quite felt like it was mine. It was always someone else’s office I was occupying to do a job for them. Not now. I’ve crossed the bridge and I’m home.

I share this cathartic moment as my first blog post because I believe in the psychotherapeutic alliance. As the psychotherapist, I’m bringing as much of myself to the relationship as you are, assuming you are reading this and are interested in becoming or are currently a client of mine. If I’m comfortable, you’re more likely to feel comfortable.