Earlier today, thanks to a birthday gift from a friend, I had a delicious! meal at a real Greek diner, Panos, in Harrisonburg ....
As I sat there drinking coffee from the ubiquitous heavy white cup, looking out the window, I realized ... I feel normal. I felt that way, because I was sitting in a diner.
Now, let me put this in perspective: there are plenty of things that make me happy:
Animals (Delilah and Big Mama; CoCo and Myndie Ruth; friends pets; videos ...)
A beautiful-weather day
Having clean clothes to put on myself
And then there are things that make me feel normal, like the aforementioned diner, and:
Being with a friend or in a group of friends. Being around my Dad. Being in a relationship.
Being really dressed-up
And so here is what I know: that on a daily basis, I can certainly! and I do, for mental health!, find something(s) to make my heart and my soul happy ... but feeling normal is a far more elusive feeling the older I grow, and more and more people///places///et al, exit stage left.........