Yesterday, especially towards the late afternoon and into the evening, I didn’t feel “normal”.
Frankly, I don’t know what normal really means – it’s an entirely relative term. So I suppose I didn’t feel normal in respect to how I’ve been feeling the last few months…which means that my basis of comparison has become my mood in quarantine…which is a little unnerving.
It’s extraordinary what the mind can normalize. It’s probably a very primal coping mechanism; unless you can adjust to a new reality, there’s no way you can survive. And what seemed unthinkable at one point becomes ordinary at another.
I thought about the first week or so of lockdown, when my mind couldn’t wrap itself around what was happening, and my mind now, which contemplates the unfathomable changes that have happened as a matter of course. Does simple acceptance of a decidedly unexpected situation make it normal?
What does normal mean to you?
My task: So…the reason I was feeling so strange yesterday is that I forgot to take my afternoon meds. I hadn’t filled my weekly pill organizer on Sunday as I usually do, so I was kind of winging it yesterday, and in the busy-ness of the day I forgot. Lesson learned. This afternoon I filled my organizer (done!)