The Whole Truth and Nothing But

I’m convinced that the most difficult question one can be asked is, “How are you?”

“Who me?  How am I?” I freeze.  I mind-stumble over words and can’t speak.  I ponder—perplexed and suspicious of an ulterior motive. Why? I have no idea. I mentally sub-divide this one question into three of my own: Do I lie? Do I care? Do I even know? Moment of truth: the one with an ulterior motive is me — my aim is to please the asker.  Should I be fine? Have a problem? Or maybe they’d be relieved with a simple “okay.” They do, after all, need to move on with life.

The situation escalates in importance.  I search for truth like a bloodhound who knows he buried a raw-hide bone somewhere.  Sounds crazy, I know, but this is my process. I’m caught in a self-made trap of how I wish to be perceived (generous, earnest, grateful, serene). I want to at least portray a person who’s really trying. Finally, I reach out in sympathy to the caring person who asked. I speak. “How are you?” I ask.

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About Sr. Nun Other

May 16, 2012, completed my 30th year as a Sister. It was both a milestone and just another day in an interesting journey. Some of those thirty years included singing with Gloriae Dei Cantores, marching in Spirit of America band, and serving on our Sisters Council. As a monastic, I live surrounded by beauty and within a frame work of opportunity and possibility. I'm sixty-four (much to my surprise) and extremely grateful for my life as a sister - past, present, and future.

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