I am F.I.N.E.

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My favorite answer to the question of how am I is fine.

I was recently told not to say that. That it means Frustrated, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional.

That is not what I mean when I say it. I mean all is well.

In order to not let someone think I mean Frustrated, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional, I have chosen other words to answer with: wonderful, fabulous, or hunky dory.

I am fine. I don’t hurt too much. My breathing is even and steady, unless I climb a stair, not a stair case, just one.

My heart rate it good. My sight isn’t blurry ( I will know who is asking how I am and how they like my answer).

So if you ask me and I say I am fine, accept it.

Don’t call a psychiatrist.

I am fine.

Don’t call my pastor.

I am fine.

I am tired of it.

Why do I have to be politically correct if fine is what I feel, why can’t I say that?

So, I am declaring, I am fine.

Fit. Intelligent. Nice. Energetic.

THAT is my fine.

 

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Something’s on My Mind

Since I have decided to call this blog, Something’s on My Mind, I thought I would talk about something on my mind.

I am a writer. I write when I can convince myself it is necessary. It is necessary a lot. If I don’t write I get a bit grumpy and it isn’t pretty.

I can also convince myself that it isn’t necessary to write. At all.

And for a time, it is okay. And then it isn’t.

It is like exercising. You can do it for a long time, as in years, and then think maybe I don’t have to do it as much. And pretty soon you don’t do it at all. You feel okay. And look okay. But your soul feels as though a chunk is missing.

You try a few things to make it feel better. Maybe go out more. Or eat more. Or drink more adult beverages.

It doesn’t help.

Then one day, someone says, ” Want to go for a walk?” and you say yes. When it is done, there is a little sunshine inside you. Not much, maybe just a spark, but it is there. You realize it is what you have been missing. The next day, you for a walk by yourself.

 

It’s that way with the writing, except you are the one who says, ” Want to write something?” and you do. Just a little ditty.

Then the next day, you just do it. Way to go.

 

You feel great. You feel home.