The Road Not Taken

2011 has been a good year. It’s been a breakthrough year for me. As the days dwindle down toward 2012, I think the words of a man who was born 100 years before me express how I feel the most. I’ve always loved this poem. You know it also.

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 marked 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.

Thank you all for a fantastic year. I’m looking forward to the next chapter in the adventure. Until then, good fortune.