Thursday, May 13, 2010
I used to look forward to the time "when life would settle down."
Do you ever do that? You find yourself anticipating the day when every little thing will fall into place. Days will be smooth and predictable. Problems will ebb, happiness will flow.
It's going to come when you:
...move into a new house
...have kids who are no longer toddlers
...have kids who are no longer teens
...get the kitchen renovated
...finish that "to be read" stack by the bed
...get a dog
...get rid of the dog
...are not so tired all the time
...are less moody
...are better able to share your feelings
...live closer to family
...don't live as close to family
...don't have as many distractions
There's always the next thing coming that will make life easier. Calmer. More routine and "normal."
What I've found is that there's very little in life that is normal. The common cold, maybe. That's normal. But other than that, there's always something around the corner that will upset our balance and leave us longing for things to "get back to normal." It can be something as simple as a new stage in life, or as serious as an illness. A new friend; the reappearance of an old one. Crises large, small and existential.
But, the older I get the more I see that "normal" and "routine" are relative terms. Abnormal stuff is the stuff of normalcy as far as I can determine. I don't know anyone who thinks they're normal. And the best routine I've come up with is to just let God help me through whatever comes next. There will always be those times when my end of the seesaw smacks me down to the ground. But it's okay.
I'm settled down enough to know there's really no such thing as settling down.
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