I don't like to use the word "normal" because, frankly, normal is so subjective; what is normal to one can be completely foreign to another. If we waste time wondering about the "normalcy" of others, constantly comparing our "normal" to theirs, what good does that actually do us? Let's just all assume for the moment that we'll each experience "normal" as individualistically as we are individuals.
I like thinking of normal this way because it gives me the freedom to define my own normal and if you've been reading me lately, you know I'm doing a lot of that these days.
At the moment, I find myself living in a world of opposites where what once was normal is no longer and what is becoming normal is completely foreign. It's like being on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride - you never know what's coming from around the next corner!
Adding to the challenge of finding a new normal for myself is the fact I'm currently not working and have an enormous amount of free time. This can be both good and bad. Good in that I have much freedom to do whatever I want. Bad in that I have much freedom to do whatever I want. This leads me back to my poem, Choices, and how important my choices are not only in this moment, but in every moment.
What will be next? Who and what will cross my path now? It is intriguing to consider the many possibilities and I am filled with curiosity to experience the newness of each day and with it, defining my new normal.
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