She leads a lonely life...
Well, hell, Photoshop is apparently having issues and doesn't want to load for me. Not good--I have photo projects to be doing in it. I'm hoping I'll be able to use it soon, because if my Photoshop goes to hell, well, needless to say I won't be pleased to lose an art tool. And, if I lose that art tool, how much else is left of the way things used to be? Probably not as much as I'd like to think, though perhaps more than I'm afraid to think.
A lot has changed in the recent times. It wasn't so terribly long ago when my major company included my peer group, and I was the unofficial little sister to them. Back when we all had similar trials and goals...
Now, Baby Sister has a baby boy and neither possesses nor desires any sort of a degree. As for the old gang, few are nearby, fewer still aren't taking or looking at classes of some kind or another or don't have a bit of parchment to hang on the wall, and a definite minority has any desire or thought in the way of children of their own, let alone are parents themselves. A curious turnabout has occurred, where the little one is now placed in the position of responsibility, and the older ones can still have some carefree youth. It's not all that unexpected, just... different.
It's not even all that unhappy. Some of them are still wondering where their place is in the world. Me, I've found it in Adrian. All my existence, all the resisting of the calls of my Lady Persephone and the urges of Mother Kali, all of it was leading up to his birth; every gift I was granted (pretty face, intelligence, whatnot) was not for my own benefit or use, but a way to ensure the necessary traits of my offspring with a destiny greater than mine. Of course, this does leave a distinct feeling of "now what?" and a certain level of annoyance that I'm still here in this lifetime and not just able to check off my fate on the cosmic to-do list and move on to the next body. We aren't zebras, after all. *shrug* Maybe after he's finished taking my milk, I don't know... I can only hope.
And it isn't as if everything has changed. There are still some things I've kept, still some friends who haven't yet faded away. And to some degree I'm grateful and to some degree I wonder why I still have them, but have them I do, at least for now. Things are just different, and they always will be. Welcome Death, and welcome, Fool.
A lot has changed in the recent times. It wasn't so terribly long ago when my major company included my peer group, and I was the unofficial little sister to them. Back when we all had similar trials and goals...
Now, Baby Sister has a baby boy and neither possesses nor desires any sort of a degree. As for the old gang, few are nearby, fewer still aren't taking or looking at classes of some kind or another or don't have a bit of parchment to hang on the wall, and a definite minority has any desire or thought in the way of children of their own, let alone are parents themselves. A curious turnabout has occurred, where the little one is now placed in the position of responsibility, and the older ones can still have some carefree youth. It's not all that unexpected, just... different.
It's not even all that unhappy. Some of them are still wondering where their place is in the world. Me, I've found it in Adrian. All my existence, all the resisting of the calls of my Lady Persephone and the urges of Mother Kali, all of it was leading up to his birth; every gift I was granted (pretty face, intelligence, whatnot) was not for my own benefit or use, but a way to ensure the necessary traits of my offspring with a destiny greater than mine. Of course, this does leave a distinct feeling of "now what?" and a certain level of annoyance that I'm still here in this lifetime and not just able to check off my fate on the cosmic to-do list and move on to the next body. We aren't zebras, after all. *shrug* Maybe after he's finished taking my milk, I don't know... I can only hope.
And it isn't as if everything has changed. There are still some things I've kept, still some friends who haven't yet faded away. And to some degree I'm grateful and to some degree I wonder why I still have them, but have them I do, at least for now. Things are just different, and they always will be. Welcome Death, and welcome, Fool.