The work mobile peep-peeps:

‘Watch yourself today, it could go either way,’ it tells me.

I stare at the black letters, cut out hard and sharp against the white glow of the screen.

I crumple.

My positivity is so fragile, my resilience so low.  I may be fine, but it’s a kind of fine that shatters at the faintest tap.

I must never make decisions about my workload, job, or life when I’m ‘fine.’

My state of fine is deceptive.

Fragility is a more accurate compass.