I tried to think of a time, the last time, that I felt normal. It’s kinda a weird word, normal. The question of the century is “What is normal?” Obvious, it’s different for everyone. Blah Blah. I can’t define my normal. I don’t know if I have ever had a normal. My family can truly attest, that I’ve always dealt with something. Normal to me doesn’t mean anything or is anything I can define. Does that matter? No, I don’t think it does.
What I can do, and what I will do, is find a happy. Because to me, a happy is a normal. I’ll find a daily happy.

The happy for today, I walked between calls (on the fucking TM). Take that work! In yo faaaace!