The Daily Performance of Being Fine
When was the last time you said “I’m fine” and absolutely was not? “I’m fine” has become muscle memory. Not a statement. A reflex. Something you say so people stop looking at you like you might fall apart in the cereal aisle. Lately it comes out daily. Sometimes hourly. It’s the verbal equivalent of slapping duct tape over a flashing warning light and calling it maintenance. Both jobs are on fire in their own special ways. Different uniforms, same nonsense. Short staffing. […]https://ericfoltin.com/2026/02/03/the-daily-performance-of-being-fine/



