Cold, wet, mud puddles, slate’y skies. Rainy days used to be a mood killer, it was the perfect ingredients for Lil Miss Crabby. Family and friends can attest to the fact that I am not a fun person to be around on a rainy day. Snappy, and downright moody in the worst of ways.
“How are you?” Why is such a textbook question, our most common conversation opener? Neither party seems to care about the response anymore. But it’s no surprise that this stale question is followed by an equally flat response: “Fine.” I despise that stagnate four letter word. The implications of being “fine,” entail a lack of