The New Normal

Lately I’ve had opportunity to ponder what it means to be normal. Mind you, I have not the faintest idea what being normal really entails or how it feels. Sure, I know what the word normal means, or how it is understood. (normal: conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.) However, although I am practicing outward normal, accepted behaviors mostly, within, there’s always the understanding that it’s more of a survival skill than an actual belief or identity. There are pressures that seem to come from a society which sticks so heavily to “normal” as the standard of how a human being should be, should look, should behave, and how one should think or feel.

I take a good look at history and one thing becomes clear very swiftly. No-one – I really mean absolutely nobody – who has ever made a lasting impact and ended up in our history books has been “normal”. Instead, we have a long list of rogues, revolutionaries, people who dared to be different. People who dared to be extra-ordinary. People who had to put everything on the line to do what they came to do – to bring change, to enrich the world with their art, to enhance our understanding of science etc. The list of not so normal people in our histories is very long. We treasure those people, but mostly they are being revered only after their re-emergence into non-physical (or what normal people call death).

My question burns in my heart is this: Why can we as beings of the same human origin not allow for the joy of diversity? Why do we have to buy into the belief that “normal” is good, desirable, the way to be; when in actuality, it takes someone to defy the norms in order to do or be great. To be normal means to clip your wings, to put into hiding the very traits that make you individual, authentic, and special. To be normal means to be like everyone else and that to me is utterly impossible and frankly a bit boring.

In that light, I step outside of the norm and embrace the extra-ordinary. I love the diversity more than the normal. It is my preference. Fitting into society becomes less of a goal as I fit more and more into my own energy stream of who I really am. This does not mean that I don’t know how to behave in a civilized manner and I think I am actually able to offer a sense of normalcy at times to those around me. Within me, the glory comes from sticking to what and who I am, to fluidly change along with my expanding energies as they grow and change on a daily basis, sometimes even multiple times a day. To allow my understanding today to be one thing and tomorrow yet another, brings me into the flow that nothing needs to be normal, nothing needs to be standard, everything is in flux and everything is always evolving (yes, even normalcy is part of that evolution). When I hit this place where my own normal is this flow, I feel the joy as a response of alignment and I know that I have found a new (personal) normal that will never stagnate, never be static, and it often shifts so fast that it defies the very name of normal.

I let society be as it is, knowing that one day it will embrace the diversity of the many who dare to find their own new normal. In the meantime, if you are interested, give the joy of diversity a shot. Try to see the benefit of all that isn’t normal for a while and see how the old normal pales by comparison. Tempted?

 

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