nor·mal·i·ty
nôr?mal?d?/
noun
the condition of being normal; the state of being usual, typical, or expected.
I think I have always wondered what it would be like to be “normal”. That is not saying it was something I have always desired. I used to have a very different outlook on what it was like to be considered normal. Living a normal life, having normal behaviors, a normal daily routine. I was really unhappy with a lot of things to the point where I allowed them to affect so much of my demeanor and view. I guess I didn’t think being “normal” would get me to where I wanted to go, so I embraced some extremes instead. Anger and alcohol were my route to self destruction and a path that got me nowhere.
Perhaps we equate normal as meaning “boring” or something that could never fill whatever void within ourselves. I think there is a big problem with people in my generation glamorizing being damaged. A combination of a depression, abrasive appearance, and a negative attitude has set the tone for being as far from “normal” as possible. I wasted so much time being angry about things instead of living my life worried about what was actually under my control. I am not getting that time back.
My sobriety has brought a lot of perspective on how I want to live the rest of my life and so far it has been fulfilling and worth every struggle it took to get here. I love being calm and stable in every situation I have found myself in, and that out of control feeling I used to embrace never appears. The first few instances that arose that in the past, could have caused me to exacerbate or make much worse, instead were handled rationally and were resolved. Leading me to say “I guess this is how a normal person handles things”.
I am working on being “normal”. And I am enjoying every day of it.