It occurs to me that my zeal for this blog may have dissipated because what I had come to call my New Normal finally came to be just my plain old Normal. This is not unlike coming to the realization that my cornucopia of wrinkles, jowls, bulges, bags, sags, flaps, extra chins and improperly distributed body hairs are not a brand new bizarre surreality to be shocked by and exclaimed over every day. Nope. I really am old. I really do look like this. On a regular, ongoing basis.
So I may as well get over it, get on with it, and stop shouting from the rooftops about it.
And if so, I need a new obsession to blog about. Something other than some Facebooky malarchy such as hey lookie lookie, this is my life, I just brushed my teeth again (but didn't floss) a few minutes ago.
I've semi abandoned my blog as well. I don't really self identify as a breast cancer survivor anymore, and am spending more time on living my life, vs. on thinking about the year and a half I spent in the throes of BC. So maybe this is a good thing for you (I think it has been a good thing for me).
Posted by: Claudia Schmidt | Friday, July 19, 2013 at 05:41 PM
Ah, yes, 'the old normal,' the logical aging of 'the new normal.' Makes perfect sense. (Related perhaps in some way to the NYT editorial I read this morning about anxiety -- 'Embracing the Dread'!) But of course everything changes, and the graduation of the new normal to the old normal just makes room for yet another new normal. What will that be? What about 'this thing called living'?
Posted by: Jeff Kennedy | Monday, July 15, 2013 at 07:51 AM