That was the plan.
Or, at least, according to BossMan it was "the best thing for me".
He would know.
But here I sit, telling YOU about my daily routine and farm happenings.
I didn't go to vet school, I didn't even try for that matter...I simply allowed life to happen to me one step at a time.
I didn't know what I wanted to do, I just knew I wanted to be happy.
I sought the ever coveted "approval" of my dad...instead of following my heart.
Did I make mistakes?
If I had it all to do over again, would I?
Not in a million years.
It took me 26 years to get to this seat, and the past 3 have been the best of my life.
I am finally me, and make no excuses for it.
Thinking back to high school and college, I never tried to "fit in" really.
I wanted to be different...wanted to do my own thing.
I might not have gone down the more traversed path, but I didn't find my path either.
I found myself on some sort of undefined path, the one you take when you stop listening to the Angel that walks with you.
It was when I reached the end of that trail, that my eyes were finally ready to see the, less traveled path that stood before me.
During the times when I feel lost, I grab my girl Kirra, and we walk together and just breathe.
I try to remember that it took me a long time to find this place, and if it's where I am supposed to be, which is undoubtedly true, then all I can do is trust in myself and the One who brought me here.
It's not a matter of whether or not you believe...it's whether or not you are ready to trust.
|The Road Not Taken|
|TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,|
|And sorry I could not travel both|
|And be one traveler, long I stood|
|And looked down one as far as I could|
|To where it bent in the undergrowth;||5|
|Then took the other, as just as fair,|
|And having perhaps the better claim,|
|Because it was grassy and wanted wear;|
|Though as for that the passing there|
|Had worn them really about the same,||10|
|And both that morning equally lay|
|In leaves no step had trodden black.|
|Oh, I kept the first for another day!|
|Yet knowing how way leads on to way,|
|I doubted if I should ever come back.||15|
|I shall be telling this with a sigh|
|Somewhere ages and ages hence:|
|Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—|
|I took the one less traveled by,|
|And that has made all the difference.|
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.