“How are you? How’s life?”
“Good, busy”
A few years ago I began to realize that I was mostly responding to inquires of how I was and how life was going with the catch all phrase: good, busy. Which in a sense was redundant, as at the time I believed (as most of society) that being busy was a good way to live. I saw my busy-ness as an accomplishment, something to be proud of, something to maintain, to improve by becoming busier. I congratulated myself on fitting more and more into an hour and more busy hours into a day.