Maybe having a special needs son brought this into the spotlight or quite possibly being married to a recovering alcoholic was the culprit, but for years I heard a lot about being “normal”. Which begs the question what the hell does that mean? And who the hell are those people that think they are this enigma called “normal”.
Early on in my spiritual recovery, I heard that normal is simply a setting on a dryer. That was a relief. You see, there was nothing about me or my situation that fits into that box. The definition simply states “conforming to a standard, usual, typical or expected” which sounds not only incredibly boring but uninspired and dull. I want to sparkle which is great since the essence around me screams, “you can’t make this shit up”. The experiences that I have walked through and are currently processing could make an excellent novel that would probably be a bestseller. While my story is unique to me, it is not to the rest of the world. We all have our stories that make up who we are, but it is what we do with those circumstances that enhance or detract from the journey. The choice is always mine
There was a time where I wanted to be normal. I considered that to be my primary goal. But, after serving my time in the trenches, I am relieved that I am not. Each experience has shaped me into being a remarkable human experiencing life on my own terms. That makes me delightfully quirky and I wouldn’t have it any other way.