When people ask me what I gave up for lent, it’s really simple, I gave up worrying what other people think.
How wonderfully liberating that feels!!
It started when I realised I had no desire to be considered “normal”.
I don’t even know what “normal” is, whether it exists, what it would look like. I don’t even know many people that are what would be regarded as normal. I can’t think of any of the top of my head.
What I do know is that if I switch on to any news of what’s happening in The House of Commons at the moment, I don’t really think I need to worry about being “normal”. Even the people (supposedly) running our country don’t seem to have their **** together.
If they’re just winging it from day to day, oscillating somewhere between chaos and confusion, what hope do the rest of us have?
My answer: maybe there is no way of making sense of the world, maybe there is no right way to live, no template for life. Maybe we’re all just doing the best we can with what we’ve got.
And what if that’s enough? What if we are enough, just the way we are? What if there is no “normal”, but we are all perfectly normal in our own unique and wonderful way?
I’ve long been referred to as “mad as a box of frogs”, but as someone said to me today whilst I was getting my Aura Transformation (you need to ask me about that, I can’t write it here… yet!)….
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music”.
I recognised this instantly as Nietzsche, a favourite quote of mine, so it completely resonated.
When asked how I felt at the end of the session, I said “In this room, I feel normal”. I also felt filled with love, for all humankind, normal or not, and I realised I didn’t care so much what people thought of me, but I was going to continue to love with an open heart anyway.
I realised how I may be able to thrive and not just survive in this world. I think the trick is to care about everyone while not caring what they think.
While I’m writing this, my cat looks up at me, and I say “what???”.
He just looks at me with approval (this is a rare thing), as if to say “you might just be getting the hang of this”.
Who’d want to be normal anyway?