I've listed my favorite Frost poem here for your enjoyment. This has always been my code, if you will. I always wanted to go my own way, and yet I've also been very practical. I regret very little in my life because I knew that I made the choices, taken the road I wanted, and it has led me to here--led me to writing, finally, and led me to my children. The statement at the top of my blog says it all: Dare to open the door to your dreams. I did.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
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.
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