FICTION: Novel Beginnings
Some people worked out of their bags. I worked out of my townhouse. That's how I liked it. It was much more comfortable with its blue bedroom and ocean modern living room. Not that I brought my clients in there. I need some privacy in my life.
Here's a secret, if I could keep a secret. I didn't decorate most of the townhouse I love so much. It was my husband. He's a secret agent. I guess that should be the secret right? But since no one will probably ever read this, then it's fair to say he is a secret agent. I mean, the government isn't going to look at the journals under my bed, is it?
Living in Northern Virginia, there are a lot of women married to secret agents. We have a book club. We meet on Thursday. I make brownies. Now, I choose brownies, because they are easy to make. I now regret making brownies, because then I'm stuck with brownies in the house and I'll eat them. That's a problem. About a year ago, I was hardly eating anything. I think it was then that I thought that making brownies could only be a good idea. Things change.
My clients aren't really clients, they are more like patients. I never wanted to get into business, and I more of a theoretical person, which is how I ended up with patients instead of client. My life coach says that I should be warmer, that I close a part of me up when I can't expound intellectually on something. So maybe I should stop calling my patients clients? Maybe I should call them friends or my people? I don't know. I don't trust life coaches very much. There training is horrible, but I go to one because I can't abide my anymore psycho babble. I'm a psychologist.
I don't have my life coach come to my house. I go to her's. It's not close, it's all the way out in Falls Church which is inside the Beltway, whereas I am clearly outside the Beltway, even outside of Fairfax county. But here location is preferable; going nearly to Washington, that is. I like to feel like I'm a Beltway insider sometimes, even if it's just to see my life coach.
My life coach has a cat, and that's not preferable, but I have no choice in the matter. All life coaches have cats. It is one of the few requirements. I know, I did the research. I found that there are three types of life coaches: there's the control freak she focuses on everyone else's problems to ignore her own. Her office, and it's an office, is full of manuels and sticky notes. It's very organized. She think she's a guru, but she's very egotistical to the point of being manical. Now, being a real psychologist, I can easily diagnosis these people, and have, just for the fun of it.
Here's a secret, if I could keep a secret. I didn't decorate most of the townhouse I love so much. It was my husband. He's a secret agent. I guess that should be the secret right? But since no one will probably ever read this, then it's fair to say he is a secret agent. I mean, the government isn't going to look at the journals under my bed, is it?
Living in Northern Virginia, there are a lot of women married to secret agents. We have a book club. We meet on Thursday. I make brownies. Now, I choose brownies, because they are easy to make. I now regret making brownies, because then I'm stuck with brownies in the house and I'll eat them. That's a problem. About a year ago, I was hardly eating anything. I think it was then that I thought that making brownies could only be a good idea. Things change.
My clients aren't really clients, they are more like patients. I never wanted to get into business, and I more of a theoretical person, which is how I ended up with patients instead of client. My life coach says that I should be warmer, that I close a part of me up when I can't expound intellectually on something. So maybe I should stop calling my patients clients? Maybe I should call them friends or my people? I don't know. I don't trust life coaches very much. There training is horrible, but I go to one because I can't abide my anymore psycho babble. I'm a psychologist.
I don't have my life coach come to my house. I go to her's. It's not close, it's all the way out in Falls Church which is inside the Beltway, whereas I am clearly outside the Beltway, even outside of Fairfax county. But here location is preferable; going nearly to Washington, that is. I like to feel like I'm a Beltway insider sometimes, even if it's just to see my life coach.
My life coach has a cat, and that's not preferable, but I have no choice in the matter. All life coaches have cats. It is one of the few requirements. I know, I did the research. I found that there are three types of life coaches: there's the control freak she focuses on everyone else's problems to ignore her own. Her office, and it's an office, is full of manuels and sticky notes. It's very organized. She think she's a guru, but she's very egotistical to the point of being manical. Now, being a real psychologist, I can easily diagnosis these people, and have, just for the fun of it.