Friday, March 30

The Road Not Taken

I was going to be a vet.
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?
You betcha.

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'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.



  1. You continue to amaze me.

  2. That is not only my favorite poem, but my current life path...

    Stop getting in my brain.


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