So recently I have been completely taken off guard by a whirl wind of unexpected opportunities… I should know by this age that life is unscripted no matter how much you would like to plan it out.
I am struggling with what to do. Take the “smart, sensible” approach or to hold fast to hope of something better. Who knows? One thing for sure is that paralysis is never a catalyst for change. Decisions must be made & there is no one but me that will have to live with the consequences of the choices made & left behind.
Sarah: Was that wrong? Helping Hand: Too late now!”]Guess the good thing is I wanted change. I needed change. Clearly the choices matter or either path would lead me where I want to be. Alas I haven’t a clue where I will end up. Just have to trust that I will know when I most need to what decision to make.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;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,
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.
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