Shaun’s eyes were starting to burn. At that moment, he knew two things were true. He had gone through two packs in an hour. And the building was not moving any closer.

He had no idea it would be this hard to just walk through the front doors. His plans had not taken this hesitation into account.

When Shaun played the scenario out in his mind over the last week, it had been so much easier. In his imagination, he never had this problem. He always walked up to those glass doors and swung them open with the confidence of someone certain they were doing the right thing. He pictured himself gliding in almost regally.

Shaun saw himself walking up to the good-looking man sitting behind the front counter. And in his most authoritative voice, he would announce that he was there to be treated.
He had a problem and was ready to change.

Why were things always so much better in his imagination? So much simpler?

He could always come back another day. No.

Today was the day. Now was the time.