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Why Do We Always Say We are "Fine" When We Aren't?

The unspoken rule of our village:We don't have to be "Fine"

Hi there, Nurturers,

My last post about the 70% of us feeling lonely really touched many hearts. I have been reading your messages, and my own heart is full. I know so many of you are reading this in the quiet moments-maybe while rocking a crying baby, or during those few minutes of peace before the rest of the house wakes up.

I want to talk about something we all do. When a neighbor or a friend asks, "How are you today?" we almost always say, "I’m fine."

But in our Digital Village, we are dropping the mask. We are being honest.

Because we know that "fine" is usually a lie. "Fine" is often code for: "My brain has 100 tabs open, I haven't eaten a real meal today, and I am incredibly tired."

We were never meant to carry this heavy "mental load" all by ourselves. We were meant to have sisters and mothers nearby to share the weight. Since we are building our village right here online, let’s start by practicing being real with each other in a very small way.

I want to know what kind of day you are having today. You don’t need to write a long story (unless you want to!). Just look at these four choices and pick the number that fits your mood right now:

1. The Juggler

You are doing everything. You are cooking, cleaning, and working. You look like you have it all under control, but inside, you feel like you are one toddler tantrum or one spilled glass of milk away from breaking down.

2. The Ghost

You are physically in the room, but your mind is somewhere else. Your brain is three days ahead, planning school lunches, worrying about doctor appointments, and wondering if you remembered to buy more milk. You are tired before the day even begins.

3. The Island

You are surrounded by people-your kids, your partner, your family—but you feel totally alone. You feel like the only person who knows where the spare lightbulbs are, how to fix the broken toy, or how to keep the peace. You are the "default" for everything.

4. The Survivor

Today was just a very hard day. Maybe nothing went right, or maybe you are just exhausted from the "small" things that add up. You aren't worried about being perfect today; you are just happy that the sun went down and you made it through.

Which one are you today? Drop your number in the comments below.

Once you post your number, please look through the other comments. If you see someone else who posted the same number as you, give their comment a "❤️".(like)

This is the very first brick of our Village. It is the simple act of knowing that someone else is standing exactly where you are. You aren't alone on your island anymore. We are all on this bridge together.

With so much love,

Aisha 

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