The New Normal

Green is the new black. 60 is the new 40. It seems there’s always something new replacing something we had just gotten used to.

I’m great with change … as long as it is for the better. The year we spent sleeping in the construction zone we called the master bedroom was a change well worth the inconvenience. It was a fabulous change. There was positive value in it on many levels. It was a transition that was easy to tolerate because I knew what the end result was going to be, and it was a change that was easy to get used to once the renovations were done. The new normal the renos brought was good. Very good.

I’m probably like you in that I don’t like some changes. When a change is not for the better, like when certain unnamed politicians got voted in and the fallout of their agenda and actions affects the majority negatively, or when a loved one gets terminally ill, that’s the kind of change I don’t adapt to easily. It’s a new normal that I don’t want to accept. The new normal is not okay. It’s not comfortable. Still, with time, the new normal becomes just that … the new normal.

The older I get the more I realize that every day brings a new normal, like it or not. That’s life.

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