Mid (?) Life Crisis

I am getting old. It is vain and cliche to be in this frame of mind, but I am.

Soon, my fertility will start to decline, if some terrible calamity doesn't claim it first. In fact, my fertility is probably already declining.

I have no siblings anymore, I am 'the last of my line' so to speak. This makes me sad. I grew up in a family with lots of cousins, aunts, uncles. My children will have none. If I have children., how will they learn the lessons that I learned from those relations, from having those relations and from growing up among a group of people who loved me unconditionally, (and learning to accept that there would be those that did not)?

Then again, what constitutes 'family' in the sense that I understood it in my childhood? I have friends that are like my sisters, and having none of my own, would they not then stand in that place for my children? Not having a 'blood' support system, wouldn't I as a parent be more driven to create such bonds with non-relatives?

How could I ever even compare?

True Love

Like star cross'd lovers, they stood, nose to nose with nothing separating them, save for everything.

Yes, the truth has come out, my baby cat is in love. He is in love with a strikingly beautiful (well, she'd have to be, wouldn't she) she-cat, with long white hair, big eyes, fluffy tail. Very well groomed, buxom; robust. She's a healthy one. When Simon left the window sill, she let loose a pitiful yet delicate cry, and he went running back, tail straight up, purring.

Ah, true love. And I stand between them, refusing to open the screen and allow them to roam freely through the fields of their love. I don't know where she's been, and he is my baby cat, too sweet and innocent for the wide wild world. And he is still capable of performing, if you get my meaning. There's that, too. We haven't broached the safe sex topic yet with the vet.

But it does my heart good to see the bond, nonetheless. Love against all odds. Romance reigns supreme.

We make our choices

Every day we are faced with the choice of how we will face that day. We choose to embrace it as another day to live and love and enjoy, or we choose to dread the toil and the mundane and the work.

Every person that we meet, we choose to notice or to ignore, to smile or to frown, to attempt a connection or to walk away unrewarded.

Every day we go to work, regardless of circumstance, and we choose either to better our day with a good attitude, thus bettering the days of those around us, or we choose to pull ourselves further down into the mire by allowing every little detail to spoil our already rotten moods.

These are the choices we are faced with every day.