follow the yellow brick road

Everyone was so sure I would be just as successful in my new town, as I was in the one I left behind.
I was skeptical, but in the end I chose to optimistic.
I'm starting to think I was right.

I know it has only been a few weeks, and I have to prove myself with every client and every new person I come across... Yeah, yeah, I know.
I haven't had to do that in a very long time.
I was kind of a big deal at the last place I worked. I was booked-out 4 to 5 weeks ahead, and hardly had any openings to offer. It took me 3 years of building a strong clientele to get that way. I was successful and paid very well.

While having to start from scratch has in some way made me a better therapist- I am again pulling-out all my tricks and extras and using techniques I haven't used in ages- I am exhausted. I am worried. I am frustrated.

I know I have to be patient. I am well aware of the fact that I made the choice to move and start fresh in a new city, and that meant starting to build a brand-new clientele as well.
I just forgot how hard it was. How many hours of wasted time you have to spend sitting around, waiting and waiting and waiting, for someone to book an appointment with you.
Selling yourself to everyone you come across, leaving your card everywhere in hopes you'll get the right (and not so much of the wrong) clientele.

We moved on the 29th.
I started working on the 2nd.
There has been no downtime at all.
This is so fucking hard.