Sunday, 26 June 2011
There is no such thing as getting back to normal
Whether I'm dealing with stuff that is tangible or intangible, one thing is always true: nothing stays the same. Everything is in a constant state of change, whether we can see it or not.
I read some article about human physiology that said that our hip bones keep growing throughout life. They never stop. (Cue for Jane and Diva to throw up their hands in dramatic exasperation simultaneously.)
Your Jane is fond of packing for a vacation (who isn't?) and will often set out the things she'll be wearing for her to admire weeks beforehand, so that when she's rushing around getting ready for work she'll see, for instance, a sarong, and feel that little bit of excitement inside that precedes a new adventure. But when I get home, it's into the laundry bin with the clothes; if they are clean, they get put away. The suitcase goes back to its place in the closet, and it's back to business. Before I go to sleep, the day of my return. I like to be reminded that I'm going somewhere, but not that I've been somewhere (because the latter inevitably reminds me that my fun break from reality is over).
But coming back from being away, fixing something, changing something, painting something, whatever it is... whether you hope to hold something the same (eyes, please don't wrinkle!) or keep the things around you familiar, this is something that isn't really possible.
I remind myself of this when I say to myself that things need to get back to normal. There is no normal, and there is no getting back to anything. We are flowing down the river of life, and nothing is as it was before. Every single minute.
Thanks for reading, amigas, and have a great week.
Jane Q. Phoenix