Rubicons are a Pesky Necessity

So Caesar stared across his. I wonder for how long. How long did the horse paw at the water and his mind race through the different outcomes? Did he see how sharp Brute's knife was from atop his steed? Did he feel the treachery? Or did he charge boldly through without seeing the consequences of his actions?

I guess as middle age fast approaches I begin to see to how the smallest of things have the biggest ripples. Not only on my girth, but also in my life. We all come to our own Rubicons. Where the current status quo is no longer tenable. Where we must decide. Some cross. Some ride back, away from the decision. I have made a few decisions lately that I'm sure won't make the front page. Ultimately, life must move on. In spite of everything else, even our own "wants" we have to keep pressing forward to what is most important.

Side note. What entertainment? Watch the fight scenes from Gladiator with Air Supply playing in the background... Now that's entertainment!

Okay, back to my diatribe:

What I'm trying to say is that, sometimes our lives are going to change, drastically. usually we aren't the catalyst. So there is a period of just trying to catch up to ourselves that we must do. I know I have done it. We will all come to them. I know I have crossed mine. Your Rubicon is coming. I hope you are ready.