A New Normal

I feel like I have heard this term more and more lately as I have gotten older. It seems to pop up at every milestone in life. Get married, a new normal. Have kids, a new normal. Each child’s milestone, a new normal. Then there are the new normals that happen unexpectedly. Loved one passes away results in a new normal. Tragic accident which changes your life creates a new normal. All of these moments in our lives all have one thing in common. They all force us into a different way of doing things, but does that make it normal?

What about anything anyone does is normal? What makes the aftermath of this x-factor normal? Life after a more common rite of passage I can see being shuffled in with what society constitutes as normal, but what categorizes the subsequent life we must lead following a tragedy? Who deems the shift in our lifestyles as meeting some societal standard of the status quo?sticker375x360-u2

What follows after an event literally rocks your world and forces you to continue in a different manner than you were before would never be considered normal to the one experiencing it, but somehow, they will follow along to try and make it morph into what the world around them expects to see.

I say, screw it. Nothing about life is normal. Nothing about our existence on this planet is normal. If it were, we’d all be clones without a mind of our own. In all of God’s infinite wisdom, he gave us each our on willpower, thus our own minds, our own feelings and intelligence. I refuse to believe that any response we may have to any life altering scenario could be constituted as normal.

How about instead of trying to classify a reaction, we just support each other’s coping mechanisms and lend a hand to those in need? How about instead of expecting someone to reach some made up standard following such an event, we allow them to reach a place in their lives where they again feel like themselves albeit wiser from the experience?

Normal is such a relative, fake word, devoid of real meaning. Maybe the phrase should just be a new chapter in life, but I guess that is just the author in me.

Drying Out My Mind

I’m starting to feel as if my mind won’t shut off. I have all these thoughts and feelings just swirling within my brain like a dark, daunting twister that I can’t shut off. It is literally starting to make me feel like Atlas, just not with the world on my shoulders but trying to hold up my own head. I’m sure you and I both know why, with the passing of my close friend recently and she has been heavy on my heart the past few weeks, but it is really curious to me why my mind goes in these random directions rather than focused on what you would think would be the norm. 

Occasionally we will be overwhelmed, but mostly we will be enchanted. – Jean Houston 

Ha! The norm. I hear that all the time as a new mom. (How long can I consider myself a new mom before it isn’t true anymore?) If I say, oh, I’m tired, there is always someone there to say, oh, you’ll be that way until your kid is 18. It’s normal. Or if I say, man, I wish I had time to do whatever then someone always pipes up, oh, you will one day when your baby is grown. It’s just how it will be from here until they go to college. But that’s normal. 

Let me blow your mind for a second here. How about normal is synonymous with the same as everybody else, and we all know that no baby is the same as the next. In my mind, no two humans are alike, either, therefore, there is no normal. We each are trying to get through this life with the most amazing experiences we can find, and the definition of amazing is different for all of us. Wow! Take that pill with a dry mouth.  

Again, I stress the fact that my mind is uncontrollably firing in all directions. I can’t quite pinpoint where my focus is, so I feel like I am literally all over the place! This post is definitely going to be more of just getting this off my chest since for one, I missed posting this past week, and two, I can’t target exactly what I am feeling. I seriously feel like a jar of fireflies flying aimlessly and lighting randomly through the night. 1

A quiet mind is able to hear intuition over fear. 

The above is a link to an article I really needed to read right about now.  

And I just remembered that I need to do my homework. Ugh. Maybe that will help me focus my mind on something specific. A thought on a single track would be nice right about now, but I’m not sure if the light at the end of the tunnel is the sun or an oncoming train. Choo-choo!