Finally . . . back to normal. That was my thought this morning as I was getting ready for work. Back to the norm.
My second thought . . . what is normal? Is my normal your normal? Who or what defines what normal is? My normal has been to battle my weight my entire life. To lose, to gain, to lose again. To gain again. That's been my normal. But some might say that's NOT normal. It's not normal to put your body through that. It's not normal to be anything other than a size 10. Well, my reply to them is . . . phllghfladadflka! (I wasn't sure how to type my tongue sticking out and making that spitty sound.) It may not be YOUR normal, and it may not be what I would have chosen for myself, but it IS my normal.
Is it normal to be a totally arrogant obnoxious jerk who talks so loud that the people around you can't concentrate on their totally awesome sit-on-the-edge-of-your-seat book? Man, I hope that wasn't his normal, but it could have been. And if it was, I feel sorry for his co-workers and friends and family and totally random readers of books.
Is it normal to have Diet Pepsi and chocolate for breakfast? Some (most?) might say NO! Others (me) might have a different opinion.
Is it normal to cry when you see a stray dog and you know he doesn't have a home and no one to pet him and love him? Well, it didn't USED to be my normal, but it is now.
So, I guess my thought this morning should have been . . . Finally . . . back to MY normal.
And, before I go, just another little thought on normal. If you don't like your normal, CHANGE it! Normal isn't like a steel rod that can't bend. It's flexible! It allows you to mold your own kind of normal. I think that's really cool.