Today I’m thankful for normal.
My Mom always said that boring was good. I could never quite get there. Boring is… well… it’s boring.
Not sure if she always felt that way, I can’t remember having those conversations in younger days. Today I feel that it’s wisdom that comes with more time on earth. Still can’t get myself to boring being good, think she just meant that normal is good.
Since we each have a different definition of normal, and normal changes over time, normal is just where we’re comfortable. It’s when few bumps are in the road, and they’re manageable or self-imposed. Maybe it’s just that you’re used to them or that they’re an expected part of life or part of getting to a new normal. There’s probably a little control in the equation too.
While I love change that is sought, and put that under new normal building, those bumps can be a doosey.
Here’s to a little normal…