getting there

A month or so ago, I was dreading my appointment with Maggie.

I was doing especially poorly

and the first thing she always says is, "How ya doin?"
And I was going to have to be all whiny

and I hate whiny.

But, when you're going for help, 

it doesn't do much good to go in and plaster a smile on and say you're fine.

Not that I'm all that great at plastering smiles on anyways...

I told her that it must suck to be her,

always seeing people at their worst.

She said it was her calling so it wasn't too bad.

I said that one of these days, when someone asks me how I'm doing,

I'd love to be able to say, "Great!"

This afternoon, when Maggie asked how I was doing,

I cocked my head to the side, thought a second

 and said,

"You know what? I'm doing pretty good."