I have never been normal and never will

I remember being told I was too tall for a woman

I decided that meant I wasn’t normal

I remember loving pop and rock

For a black girl growing up in London I was told I really shouldn’t. I needed to be “more black”

I decided that meant I wasn’t normal

I remember wanting to avoid getting drunk and hanging out in pubs

For a young woman I was told it was the thing to do to meet men

I decided that meant I wasn’t normal

Then I hit 30 and suddenly I questioned what being normal was

After years of keeping myself inside little boxes that defined who I was I wondered if not being normal was actually okay.

Then I hit 40 and I realized just how wonderful not being normal was

I followed my own drum beat and I led my own march.

Sure it was lonely sometimes but at least I can say I lived most of my life my way.

Are you normal or do you relish being different…. bohemian?

written by Diane Corriette

http://www.penandi.com 

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Today’s challenge over at daily prompt is called “The Normal”

Is being “normal” — whatever that means to you — a good thing, or a bad thing? Neither?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/09/daily-prompt-normal/