It’s my birthday! Wheee!
I honestly thought that by now I’d be the very picture of poise and grace, or at least, I would have figured out how to stop being such a spaz. Guess not….
Let me tell you a story…
In the spring of 2009, I found myself at an impasse. I was three years into a five year architecture program; I was miserable, stressed, and falling apart, having sacrificed my health an sanity to the fickle dieties who controlled my fate. In a moment of desperation, I called my dad. I unloaded my frustration and worry on him. I expected him to feed me platitudes about how I could do anything that I set my mind to.
Instead, my dad let me know that it was okay to change my mind. He gave me permission to choose a different path. It was probably the best gift he ever gave me.
So this is my gift to you. I’d like to personally give you permission to choose a different path. It’s terrifying and exhilarating. It requires courage. But it’s worth it.
In that spirit, a little poetry for you…
The Road Not Taken
Robert FrostTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere 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.