Some weeks are more difficult than others. Who am I kidding, some years are more difficult than others. But you carry on hoping, praying that when you reach the other end you would have accomplished something.
This year has been littered with (very) late nights, more responsibility than I ever thought I would have to deal with in my 20’s and great loss. I have lost more than I care to admit. Little bits of myself, creativity, people, friendships, hope and much more.
But I have also gained so much traveling this road. New friendships, confidence, love, patience, and so much more. Something deep inside me hopes that by choosing to do things my way, it will make all the difference.
If you are like me and you need words to cheer you on your way read a bit of Robert Frost and remember, choose the path less traveled.
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;
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.