What is Your Normal?
Ever wondered what it means to be normal? Me, too! I just finished a couple of paintings showing an arc of balls and boxes. As we try to fit in, we choose a box to represent us.
For example, I am a lawyer, a republican, married, and crazy about baseball – that is my box and I behave accordingly. Or, I am a teacher, a democrat, single, and crazy about shoes. Or, I am a business owner, libertarian, gay, and crazy about theater.
Our face to the world is boxed in, so we can make sense to each other. Personally, I claim to be a writer, a painter, and crazy about art – I’m also a wife, mother and grandmother.
So, what’s up with the balls? To me, the balls represent play and the intuitive YOU. The person you are when you listen to yourself and you make decisions, based on guts instead of intention. From guts grow experience, while from intention, expectation follows.
What kills me is expectation. Every day. I expect myself to do this, to achieve this, to be lauded for this, and for checking off this. It is hard work. While, if I listen to my guts, my instinct, my intuition, I open the door for an experience, I otherwise would not have. Even though my decision based on guts may fail, I have won another valuable experience.
That is my normal and therefore, I don’t seem normal.