An emotional response

Yesterday morning when I took the food out to the neighborhood cats, I kept looking out the window waiting for any of them to arrive.  About an hour passed and I had yet to see any of them.  I decided that perhaps someone in the neighborhood had just decided to take them in, or perhaps they had been gathered up and taken to a shelter.  I decided it was for the best, and then I began to cry.  How could I possibly be crying over something that shouldn't really matter to me?

But of course, I wasn't just crying about the cats.  I was crying about my dad's birthday being this weekend and how much I miss him every day.  I was crying about my mother needing surgery next week and the lengthy recovery process that is going to take me away from my kids more than I'd like.  I was crying about how big and grown up my kids are getting and the passage of time.  I was crying about Robert's unbelievably poor choices and the fear and hopelessness I sometimes feel when it comes to being a parent of a teenager.  I was crying over the meanness and disrespect that seems to be so prevalent in society today (especially in the younger generation).  I was crying over the fact that we left such a fabulous group of friends behind to move here, and can't seem to find any new friends here.  I was crying over the atrocities that are happening in our world every day.  I was crying over the extreme generosity of individuals who give so much when they themselves have so very little.  I was crying with anger that those that have more don't give more.  And of course, I was crying for the sweet little creatures that are living in our woods and now face an uncertain existence.

As you can see, I'm a little high strung right now.  I'm tired, but I hang on every day to how amazingly blessed my life is.  I am so very grateful to live this life, and know that things will start to feel better!  Oh, and the cats did come out and eat throughout the day and two of them enjoyed scampering and playing in our yard last evening!