decisions...

It is strange as we grow how our decisions change. When we are little some of the biggest decisions we have to make is to decide between McDonald's and pizza or Twinkies or hoho's. Of course out first major decision is college and while we seem to think that it is a make or break decision; as we grow we realise that it really wasn't.

Then we continue to age and of course a career begins to form and we try to make decisions that will lead us in that direction. yet, there is something, sometimes in the back of our brains that nags every once in a while...what if? What if I do this where could it lead? What if I do this instead...will it change everything or only one thing?

Can you tell yet what I have been thinking about the past few days? I have a job offer coming my way that would make my life easier because I would only have one job and in 6 months could attend graduate school for essentially little to no cost. Then there is what I am currently doing which is working two jobs sometimes three and paying for graduate school on my own. Now I know most of you reading this would say duh do the one job, but is it really that easy? I had to beg for one of the jobs I have now and I gave my word that I would give a years commitment to this position. The other job I have literally just begun and I already enjoy it and the people so much. It is a new challenge, but one that I have been looking to for a while.

Besides we all know that I hae never taken the easy way to anything. Is that because there was no easy way or because of the things I had set myself up for? Then again where does providence fit into all of this?

Robert Frost's poem The Road not Taken has been something I have been pondering this evening. Is the narrator really sorry that they chose the road they did? What does he mean by the wearing on the road was about the same? Is there regret in the narrator's tone or a wistfulness?

I have placed the poem here so you too may venture a guess. Of course it goes without saying that your prayers and encouragement is always most welcome. There are no new pics because well I have not taken any. maybe soon. maybe not.



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.