Who knows what “normal” means, but sometimes I find myself thinking, Hey! That was something normal person might do! And, it feels good.
The other day, I had a meeting cancellation ping on my phone while I was driving to work, and I stopped for my favorite thing–a grade chai latte with almond milk. This is an indulgence for me, one that it usually limited to Saturday mornings (my “splurge” day). Midweek, I planned for an after-school frozen yogurt outing with my kids, and I looked forward to it all day. Tonight, I had a piece of leftover pizza for dinner, because otherwise it would get tossed and I didn’t have any better ideas.
All of these things seem wild and reckless to my ED. But, they’re starting to feel OK to the rest of me, and that feels like what I imagine “normal” to feel. Not all the time, and not every day, but sometimes.