One of the biggest issues in my life--and it has been for 55 years, is that "I am fine."
I take a lot of shit on.
I do a lot.
You can throw crap my way and I handle it.
I am fine.
On the weekend, I was not fine. And by the time Monday rolled around I was the apotheosis of unfine.
But I traipsed out to Minnesota to sell a campaign.
My agency needed me to.
My client needed me to and "I would be fine."
Even after the car accident Monday night I said to the ambulance driver, "I'm fine."
I just wanted to get home and see my visiting daughter,
Well, now I have been in the hospital since Wednesday.
And am only now approaching fine.
I won't pyschoanalyze here my need to provide, come through, be fine.
I can only promise to try a little less hard.
And I'll probably be fine.
