#reverb13 is a prompt-a-day series for the month of December that is meant to give us all the chance to reflect on 2013 and the opportunity to write down our hopes and dreams for the coming year. Through December 31st Meredith, Sarah and I will be posting each day with a new prompt. Join us by writing, or join us by reading. No matter what you choose, come with us.
At the start: Where did you start 2013? Give us some background on this year.
On January 1, 2013 I was 18 days away from my first trip to Israel. I was, to put it plainly, terrified and overwhelmed.
I felt like such an idiot at the time for feeling that way. Retrospectively, Past Kat could have cut herself a little bit of slack. Flying half a world away with relative strangers is not, after all, something that falls within the realm of normalcy.
But 2012 was seemingly a year of Normal. And so, in the same way that you may save in a year of abundance for the year of famine as Joseph instructed Pharaoh when he dreamt of seven withered ears of grain devouring seven fat ears of grain, I suppose I thought in some way that maybe this too could carry over.
I kept waiting. Normal never came.
So I packed up. Pressed on. Moved forward.
What I wish I could have told that girl is that normal is not a destination like Tel Aviv. It’s not a place you can go to. It is not a static thing. You cannot possess normal in the same way that you cannot lose normal.
If normal is: conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.
Then January was only the beginning of what would soon follow.
I prefer the definition: a line at right angles to a given line or surface.
Normal, as luck would have it, does not move with the current. It is not parallel. It is perpendicular. Cutting precisely across.
Normal leaves a wake.