The other day I was alone in my new office in Canton, having just finished a counseling session. My office is on the second floor of an older building, above a jewelry store on Main Street. The office has an outdoor balcony overlooking downtown Canton, which still has a small-town, Mayberry feel to it – especially when the street is lined with American flags for the week of the 4th of July. The former tenant in this space was a church youth group, and the kids had painted the walls different colors – one brown, one orange, one sky-blue. It’s a funky little space that fits my personality well. It reminds me of the cluttered office of the psychiatrist in the movie Ordinary People. I saw that movie when it first came out, during my freshman year in college, and the character Judd Hirsch played, the psychiatrist, shaped my vision of what a therapist should be like. (That, along with Man’s Search for Meaning by the holocaust survivor Viktor Frankl.) As I stood in my office overlooking Main Street I felt truly blessed. I’m grateful to have a career like this, a counseling practice of my own.
Above: The view from my office balcony. Yes, the street lights in Canton, Georgia, have flower baskets on them.