Is it not normal to be normal

I was walking on the Upper West Side of Manhattan during a snowy afternoon on New Years Eve with my friend Peter. We began discussing the whole in the donut and he said that when he reads this blog he realizes how normal I am. He looked at me and then said that he feels envious of that. I thanked him and said that I often don't feel all that normal. It is though through the eyes of someone with many struggles and conflicts that I may appear stable and set in life. My conflicts these days are mostly internal and not easily seen by the outside. Issues like letting go and taking risks often plague me now. Perhaps I keep them well sublimated. If it were not for the wood splitting and running while watching the sun rise over the moutain I think I would be allot less adjusted. I am off to watch that sun start the day right now.