Hello, How ya doin'?

So recently, people have been asking, "How are you?" "What's going on?" Although those may seem like completely normal questions for about 99% of the population, for me those questions cause panic and anxiety. There is so much ,too much in fact going on. This is  a loaded question. I should start retorting "How much time ya got?"

The truth is, I am not sure what the Ivy League terms are but I'm a friggin motor mouth and my mind races about 100 miles per minute. I'm thinking of everything from what I had for dinner yesterday, to how will I explain to my homeschooled kids what it means to metaphorically say "You're killin' me." I could in one instance be having the most profound spiritual revelation, and almost simultaneously be worried about why I'm neglecting being worried about something else! It is simply madness. But I remember listening to one of my favorite Christian rappers say "No one really wants to know how you're doing , that costs time." OUCH. I have often felt that way mostly in church settings. I believed that no one really expected me to say "I'm seriously battling fornication and I don't know why it's so hard for me to remember that God is watching me." Talk about awkward!

However, as an adult I am realizing the importance of being transparent. I am , where I am. Sometimes that means I'm taking a plan to get to a truck to hop on a motor cycle to drive to NASA to go to the MOON! I am where I am, which mostly means I'm menatally all over the place. So unless you have a second, or an hour, to listen please refrain from asking me "How ya' doin?"