Normal

Normal. I am most certainly not. I answer to Uncle Brisket, that normally says enough. Before I continue I should explain Uncle Brisket as most people wonder anyways. Well in middle school I was called Uncle Chunky for less than obvious reasons and then in college it became Uncle Biscuit... (Biscuit was a filler word)... and at lunch one day a random guy I have met only once thought someone said Brisket and thus the rest is history. Of course the Brisket then and the Brisket now are two completely different people... aside from having the same SSN, but that story is another story... way on down the road. 

So yeah, normal. 4 years ago I thought it was normal to lie in bed for hours before falling sleep (on a good day)... turns out that is insomnia. I thought what the world looked like to me was normal. Then a Ishihara Colorblindness test (the circle of colored circles) came up on facebook and I failed miserably.Yes I'm partially-colorblind. Not sure of the extent, but I'm a an Artist that has to read the color of his colored pencils or risk using the wrong color. So many drawing ruined. 

In elementary school on Fridays I had the choice of going outside to play sports or staying inside and doing arts and crafts. I always chose arts and crafts. Learned how to make a lot of bracelets and I knew how to sew before 3rd grade. Thought nothing of it. Now I'm gonna stop you right there. There was a reason, I was never treated right on the courts so I just stayed inside. 

So what is with the picture of the key covered in paint? A key given to me by my amazing church Freedom House to remind me that I have the key to my dreams (I'm also a sucker for little things like this). I've worn it for almost a year straight. I don't take it off even when getting on a plane. Take that TSA... and yes it is clipped to a 2011 grey (or green not totally sure) band from Freedom House as well. Also something I have kept and to me this is normal. I feel terrible without it. So much so I have a spare band and key should insurance not be able to replace it.

Now where am I going with this? What is with all this normal talk? To be honest I had no idea myself. I was supposed to post yesterday, but a migraine ended the day prematurely. However, how often is your excuse for doing something because it is considered 'normal' I've spent most my life doing that, trying and failing to fit in to that elusive 'in' crowd. Now fresh out of a fast I find myself looking up normal in the dictionary cause unbeknownst to me I was already in the 'in' crowd when I asked Jesus to be my personal Lord and Savior. Three's a crowd. Father. Son. Holy Spirit. Plus Harrison. Changing the world step by step. Everyone is doing it.