What is normal? I've pondered this question a lot throughout my life. When I was a kid, I'd have a thought or a feeling and wonder, "is it normal to think that, to do that?" When I was older, I found myself brave enough to actually ask a close friend or two, here or there, "is
that normal?" The question was usually met with slight annoyance and a disappointing answer: "I don't know." Because, honestly, how does one 'know' normal?
More often, I've noticed that it is easier to identify when something is
not normal than when something
is normal. When something falls outside the boundaries of our expectations, it tweaks a nerve and calls attention to itself. It immediately becomes identifiable as
not normal. Interestingly, something doesn't have to fall very far outside a boundary to catch our attention. I think this is because the window of acceptable behavior is surprisingly narrow.
You don't have to be
really weird to be noticed, even labeled, as weird (or possibly some more severe or shaming label). You can just be a little "off."
So, how do these boundaries get defined? Who makes the window of acceptable behavior? What happens to people who live right at the edges? Mostly "normal" but having some characteristic, belief, behavior, or idea that marks them as not fully within the boundaries of what is typical, conventional, normal. I'm fascinated with this line -- this
edge. I'm even more fascinated with how it moves through time and changes. How does it change? Who decides normal?
As an aside, I've titled this blog "At the Edges" also for personal reasons. First, with a name like Casey, I've grown up with lots of nicknames -- Casey and the Sunshine Band, Casey Kasem. Casey at Bat was probably the one I heard the most -- and so now Casey at the Edges is a bit of a take-off on that. I'm still "at" something, a new thing. Second, as a mother of five kids, who works, and goes to school, and is generally fairly stressy, I sometimes leak out inappropriate comments to my children. One time I said to my kids, "Guys, you need to settle down. Mommy is a woman on the edge." My daughter, then about 8, not missing a beat said, "Of glory! You are a Woman on the Edge of Glory!" I loved that she could turn my stress and make it something positive and so, in a way, the title of this blog speaks to that as well -- being at the edge, the precipice of something yet unknown but hopefully, positive. My journey as a student is not new, as I've been recently reminded. I'm what you would term a life-long learner. My journey as a student is part of my journey as a professor, which is part of my journey as a parent, which is part of my journey as a woman, which is part of my journey as a human -- all strung into a mobius strip of adventure -- all edges, no end.