A week from today I’ll be coming back to work. I’m sure that I will be asked the question…
“So, how are you?” (with head slightly tilted to the side)
I’ve been asked this question for the nth time, and although answering this question for the nth time makes me want to scream, I’m sure people have good intentions and are just genuinely concerned about how I am.
So how am I doing?
My response is (and it has not changed from the last time I was asked the same question)… I am fine.
The word fine does not connote a feeling of ecstasy nor negativity… the word “fine” just is.
So, there… I’m doing fine.