Five minute Friday: Ordinary

When I think of Ordinary, some other words come to mind including ‘Normal, Mundane, Boring’. My life is none of those things, and neither am I. Ordinary, or Normal, means ‘able-bodied, capable, independent, an ‘ordinary’ body where almost everything works as it is supposed to. My body is not ordinary, far from it. It is disabled, or differently abled, and I depend on support from others to do basic daily tasks such as washing, dressing and making meals.

Neither is my life ordinary. I am young, and yet, like a retired person, I can no-longer make my own living. I depend on the taxes of others to give me an income so I can have some sort of life. The people I see on a daily basis are not work colleagues, they are carers, nurses, doctors, wheelchair engineers, physio-terrorists ….

Yet in other ways I am ordinary.  I am a young woman with hopes, dreams, fears, struggles and joys. I have a need to feel useful, to contribute so society in whatever way I can and so give my life meaning and purpose. Not only that, but I was created with a meaning and a purpose in mind. Before I was born, every one of my days was written in God’s book. (Psalm 139:4) This week I have done that in a tangible way by blogging, tweeting and emailing, more than I sometimes manage. Ordinarily, one day merges into the other in the sameness of my life. I’d encourage you to read my previous blog post and consider signing the petition I highlight, if you are eligible, to stand up for those who cannot – ordinary people sticking up for those society considers extra-ordinary or different, and yet who are human being too with hopes, dreams and fears. Fears that even the basic lives we have are under threat. This is why we all need to stand together. In standing together, we can do something extra ordinary!

Would I make a good boy?

Yesterday’s Daily Post went like this:

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a member of the opposite sex for a day? What do you think life would be like?

I do sometimes wonder about this. Might I be more laid-back and able to take things in my stride if I were a guy? Mind you, from the outside looking in, some guy friends seem to worry as much as I do. I’d like to eat whatever I wanted without putting on weight. Not to waste the day in eating non-stop, but I would love eat without having to ration my food so much.

I think l would play some sport, especially if I were able-bodied for the day too. I’d love to know what it feels like to truly play without the fear of falling over. To run fluidly  without stumbling. Heck I’d just love to know what it feels like to run properly, never mind anything else!.

I would also sometimes love to know how guys think. It is hard to know how to put this into words. There as so few guys my age in church I would love to know what a guy things of all that.

I can’t think of anything else off the top of my head, but it’s still the running thing that sticks out for me. One day though, I will know what it feels like to run as a girl, with as much freedom from pain and spasticity as I could wish.  Mostly, I just love being a girlie girl!