The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well – Alfred Adler
Have you ever stopped to think about what normal is, how it’s defined and who sets the standard? I returned home yesterday from a four week trip to Seattle and am anxious to get back to some sort of normalcy, but upon reflection I am not sure what that is.
The problem with defining normal lies in the state of flux that I currently find myself in. Living one day at a time sounds all well and good, but the practicality of the notion can be a little daunting. I tend to be a person of action. If you have something that needs tackling or a plan that needs creating, I’m your gal. Sitting around (figuratively, of course), patiently waiting for life to unfold without any notion of what is around the bend is tantamount to torture for this get ‘er done kinda girl.
In my mind this is what everyone expects of me; have a plan, prepare for the future and leave nothing to chance. All worthy ideas I have subscribed to for most of my life. But something has changed for me, deep down in my soul. I feel I am being called in a different direction and that the normal I have stood upon for all these years has been pulled out from underneath me. A little disconcerting at best.
I recognize that I am going to have to reinvent normal to fit the new set of circumstances I am currently living in and not get too caught up in what others have defined normal to be. My normal is different from what it used to be and I’m pretty sure it’s different from what your normal is. The point being that I, as an individual, get to define what normal is because there really is no normal.
Growing up as I did in San Diego, frequent trips were made to Tijuana, Mexico and Rosarito Beach just south of the border. The best thing ever was the little vendors plying their wares and the Carne Asada Street Tacos that were on just about every street corner in the city. I developed this recipe with those simple and delicious street tacos in mind.
Carne Asada Street Tacos shared with: