Everytime someone asks me me how I feel I want to tell them that I’m doing fine, that I actually feel good. Because I do feel good. I really am doing fine. But I’m doing me fine. I’m not doing their kind of fine. Not now. Not yet. And thats okay for now.
Right now doing fine means a day without crying, or even a day where the crying won’t set the agenda for the rest of the day. Right now a good day is a day when I put on some make up and take a long walk with my camera. Right now a good day can even be a day when I do nothing but watch TV and drink lots of tea, and still don’t feel like I’m wasting my life.
Right now doing fine doesn’t mean that I will go out and find myself i job tomorrow. Not because I’m lazy. I’m just ain’t doing that kind of fine yet.
But still, if you ask me how I feel I will tell you that I’m doing fine. And some days I’ll do freaking amazing. My kind of amazing. And for now, thats more than okay.