Friday night in America. Somewhere a family is gathering up towels, flip-flops and water wings after a long day at the pool. Another family is headed out to dinner and a movie, yet another will throw hamburgers on the grill with neighborhood friends...talk, laugh and listen to good music. Someone is driving the family Suburban home after one last beach vacation before school starts on Monday. The sound of the tires rolling down the highway lulls the kids to sleep, and the inside of the SUV smells like old leather, sunscreen, and wet towels. As the sun dips below the horizon, fireflies begin their hypnotic dance, avoiding the little girl in pigtails trying to catch them...bats come out of hiding to feast on pesky mosquitoes...honking geese are heard from overhead...a train blows its whistle somewhere down the tracks.
Somewhere there is a woman who longs for some normalcy in her life. These idyllic musings are what define normal for her. She thinks about her life....her whole life, and realizes that nothing about it has ever been normal by definition. She tried so hard for a "normal" life and failed. Perhaps it is not in the cards for her to ever be normal...perhaps it has always been up to her to be exceptional....to live an exceptional life. She will have to sit with this awhile. She really has no idea where her life is heading, but she holds a vision in her mind and hopes.
When I hear "normal" I think routine, same old, same old. A nine year old recently said to me that they were going to "live life to the fullest". It seems this little girl is an adventurer and wants to be anything but "normal". Your blogs tell me the same thing about you. Go for the Gusto, Girl!! Live your Life to the Fullest!! Don't yearn for what others have, you never know what goes on behind closed doors.
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