I was unintentionally eavesdropping in on a conversation the other day. I heard the person say, “that’s just not normal.” It got me thinking about what that meant and who gets to decide what that is. Who was given this responsibility of labeling the world and deciding on the factors that define normal? What exactly are the designated guidelines? Did the prerequisite start simply with hair color and go on from there? This label of normal makes it so uncomfortable for some folks, (yes, I used folks) to hide within themselves because of the fear of not being normal. As a child I did the same. I remember being incredibly shy and so deeply hidden inside I was afraid of my own shadow. You didn’t dare make too many unconventional waves back then, but now? I, myself, may not always agree with someone’s ideology but it doesn’t mean I’m right and they are wrong or vice versa. When we see something that is out of our own comfort zone, we are quick to judge that as not normal. Nowadays, I tend to gravitate to the not normal, the non-standard, the atypical. Quite honestly, it’s more fun. Quite honestly, it may be the norm. Who really knows? I’m stilling searching for the manual or committee that made up the rules. Until then, I say, be who you are, live how you like, don’t let the fear of not fitting in keep you from living, because in my mind, normal is so overrated. Normal is me not having the courage to step out. My normal may not be your normal and I’m so okay with that because there should not be one set of normal standards for anything. I want to be the magenta crayon next to the red one. Like Maya Angelou said, “If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.” So, go find your amazing self. The normal committee is off duty today.