
I wrote this after a serious of conversation with a work colleague at the start of the year, where we would ask how each of us were, our reply was always “fine”. The following is my exploration of this word and reflecting on what it means to me.
Fine
How are you I ask?
“fine” “Im really fine” she says unconvincingly.
“I’m fine, it’s all fine.” She says again!
“So, it’s not fine” I reply, knowing that under that surface level of ‘fine’…things are in fact not fine!
So what kind of fine is this? Is this an ask more ‘fine’ or is it I don’t want to talk about it ‘fine’
Whatever fine it is what does it even mean?
Does fine mean – she’s ok? She’s good? She’s happy?
Fine may mean her heart is breaking.
Fine may mean that she is gasping for air.
Fine may mean she can’t see any joy in tomorrow.
Or fine may just mean exactly that, that she is just fine.
Kicking a can down a road to no wear in particular.
But I know that she uses fine so she can cope, so she doesn’t need to look deeper, to cover up the mess inside.
Fine is her coping mechanism, her wall, her defensive mechanism.
Fine lets her deceive herself, lets her box in how she feels and move on.
Sometimes saying she’s fine is the only way she can get through the day, can get through that moment.
What if she could be real?
What if she could let her guard down and actually say how she feels and not cover it up with the “f” word?
Why is it such a battle?
Why is there a war?
At her core she believes that she is unlovable, so actually being fine is not so bad at all, not so bad at all.
She feels that fine is what she deserves, fine is her lot.
Yet… she is not unlovable in fact she is very much loved. This she knows in her head but her heart, her heart is so crushed so poisoned by her own thoughts that it just does not register.
Why can’t she show herself love?
Why can’t she treat herself the way she treats other people?
Why does she not allow people to show her love the way she shows love?
Until she can do this. Until she can show herself love and care for her own heart she will always be just fine.
But…she doesn’t want to be just fine.
She wants to be good, happy, content, or does she even dare to say that she wants to thrive, flourish, and be joyful.
Is she wrong to want to strive for this, to refuse to settle for fine.
She catches glimpses of the smallest of small glimmers, of something, something that brings a smile to her face and a warmth to her heart and for that split second, she realises, even believes that being fine is just not going to cut it anymore, it’s just not enough.
At times she glimpses the extraordinary, moments of love, moments of hope. She sees the joy of family and friends. She sees a rainbow in the sky, a bird in flight, the dawn breaking, a cat lying in the sun and oh so many glimmers of life that add up to more than fine.
Know that she is worthy of more than fine.
Know that she is worth more than fine.
Know that she deserves more than fine.
Know that she longs for more than fine.
So how does she do this? How does she move past fine to a life of colour, vibrancy and worth?
Well… she chooses to stop listening to the lie that ‘fine’ is her lot.
She chooses to be brave by doing the hard things that may hurt but need done.
She chooses to stop putting herself down and for once put herself first.
She chooses to take chances and seize opportunities that come her way.
She chooses to love and be loved.
She chooses to live this one wild, extraordinary life to the full.
Most of all she chooses to be her, no addons, no extras.
She chooses to be courageously true to herself, to her heart, to her soul and to her mind.
She chooses to be free from a life that is ruled by the word fine.