Normal is Nice

Have you ever looked into a mirror and wondered who the person was that was looking back at you? Do you ever have moments, hours or even weeks that go by and you don't recognize the skin that you're living in? It does not happen to me often but the past few weeks have been just that. When I came to work today I was feeling somewhat "normal". I was feeling like me. I sighed with relief because I was beginning to believe that I had changed and wasn't sure that I liked my new self. I have officially been through a "funk". I'm not saying that we're in the clear yet (mind & body) but I think I'm on my way. Please don't confuse this to mean that I don't want to change or grow. I'm all about that. It's just that I think I know myself better than anyone on the planet because I'm with me ALL the time. And it's weird when you're making choices or decisions and reacting in ways that don't make sense, even to yourself. Two weeks...what have I done out of character for the last two weeks? I've read 2 whole books...I don't read. I've listened to the radio in my car everyday...I don't listen to the radio when I'm in the car. I've sat outside and stared at the sky...I look up sometimes but not for a half an hour at a time. I haven't slept good...I hardly ever have problems sleeping. I haven't eaten much...I'm a bottomless pit. I've even lost about 7 lbs. I haven't been to the mall...I go to the mall at least once every week; often more. Since I was feeling better today I went to the mall. I felt like I was in my skin...doing one of my favorite things. It felt good!