I’ve been catching myself using that phrase just a bit too often lately.
‘How are you feeling about moving out of your house?’ ‘Oh well, it’s stressful and bittersweet, but I’m fine’.
‘How are you feeling about your brother moving away?’ ‘I’m a bit of a wreck inside about it, don’t have many people to share my feelings with…but I know it’s good for him, so I’m fine’.
‘How are you feeling about giving up your cats that you’ve had for the last 8.5 years?’ ‘Well, we really don’t have a choice so I’m trying to pick fights with them to make it easier…really though, I’m fine’.
‘How did you sleep last night?’ ‘Sleep? What’s that…kidding. I didn’t get much sleep but I will be fine’.
I’m fine…?
I’m fine.
I’m fine!
I’M FINE!
Pardon the outburst, really, I’m fine.
I mean, I HAVE to hold it together…right?
