Normal Me.

I'm generally of the opinion that being "normal" is not a good thing, so when someone told me I was normal the other day, I had to take a step back and think. I didn't like what that might entail: acting like everyone else? Thinking like everyone else? I suppose I have a "normal" life. That doesn't bother me. But being a normal person does.

Looking back, I am sure that I was not a normal child. But the qualities that made me abnormal were all bad: extreme sensitivity, emotional immaturity, OCD, anxiety, etc. So if I have graduated to normal, maybe it's an improvement. Is it because I like the same things everyone else does? I like chocolate, coffee, secretly like some reality TV shows (Duck Dynasty, I admit it), tend to read books on the New York Times bestseller list, etc.

I don't have an adventurous streak, travel bug, or the desire to make a grand, world-changing discovery. I'm not overly quirky. I immerse myself in mom-tasks and details--and I love doing that, for the most part. If I'm normal, though, I'm just more noise on a crowded, normal planet. But of course, attempting to not be normal for its own sake would completely defeat the purpose. I have no solution. I'm just trying to process this new thought. No one likes to hear that they're a cookie cutter person.