You are rolling through life thinking everything is just
fine…after all it is your normal. What may be your normal may be another person’s
insanity. What maybe another person’s insanity maybe a walk in the park to you.
What may be a walk in the park to you, may be complete boredom to someone else.
No matter, your life is your life; until you wake up one day
and your normal is flipped upside down.
Your normal, actually starts to look
bad to you; your normal starts to become a fleeting memory to you and it’s only
been out of your sight for maybe 48 hours or so. You didn’t realize how hard or
exhausting or strenuous your normal truly was on you.
You are just a fighter, you are a survivor; you just wake up
every morning, put one foot in front of the other and go about your day, do
what needs to be done, and that’s your normal; until your normal gets
lightened, or made easier, or the pain or hurt or weight gets lifted.
This recently happened to me. My weight got lifted. My
husband was home for more than three days in a row. This has become my normal;
for my entire adult life. I was married once before, and he traveled for a
living as well. So, I have never had a “9 to 5” husband. But recently my
husband was home for almost 10 days; and my “normal” was blown out of the
water.
You would think I would have been going crazy and ready for
him to leave, and ready to get back to my way of doing things. But quite the
contrary. He and I fell into a great rhythm, we worked well together, it was
nice to have someone to fall asleep next to every night, it was nice to get to
talk to him and get all our conversations done and not feel rushed, like we had
to have them finished in 72 hours.
The weight was lifted. What I thought was normal, and what I
was accustomed to, was gone; and to be honest I couldn’t have been happier.
This new normal was wonderful. I had someone there with me at every baseball
game, at the sporting clay tournaments, I didn’t have to drive out of town
alone with all the kids, we had dinner every night together as a family of five
and not four, he had time to fix things around the house, and I got to sleep
next to the man of my dreams for more than 72 hours.
So, your normal, or what you have become accustomed to, may
not be such a great normal. But sometimes our mind must protect us, and trick
us into to thinking our normal is okay; because if it doesn’t we won’t be able
to survive.
We won’t be able to survive raising our kids alone while our
husband is gone 22 days a month; we won’t be able to survive the loss of our
child; we won’t be able to survive the loss of a spouse; we won’t be able to
survive the loss of a limb; so, you see, don’t be angry or jealous as you look
around the baseball field at the families that are sitting there together
cheering on their little sluggers, because that may not be their normal; just
be happy you are there.
Normal is defined as an adjective
1. conforming to the standard or the common
type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural.
2. serving to establish a standard.
So, the question is…what is normal? To
you, your life is normal. But a sudden change could instantly become your new
normal. Mine did. My husband being home was my new normal. But sadly, I am back
to my old normal, and I’m used to it again.
A widow’s new normal could be finding
love again; it will be hard opening her heart again, but eventually sharing her
heart, her bed, and even her home with another man, will become her new normal.
So, you see, normal is in the eye of the beholder. You just have to embrace
your normal.
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