These boots…

I was never a great student.  A ‘decent’ fringing on occasionally  ‘good’ perhaps.  But somewhere around 6th or 7th grade I happily fell into some advanced form of a reading class.  (To this day reading is an absolutely un-guilty pleasure of mine. I attribute it to this class and my mother’s unending love of magazine reading…  I have subscription to over 10 magazines ranging from photography to fashion rags cluttering up the house on any given day…but think it all began with Family Circle and Woman’s Day..I digress.:-)
However, what I remember most about the aforementioned class and why I mention it at all was my introduction to a poem by Robert Frost  (you know it…2 roads…one less traveled..) Even at a young age it ‘spoke’  to me (yes, corny word choice) in regard to choosing what is not always necessarily the easiest or ‘known’ path.   Today I am making some choices that are fairly ‘unknown’ to me…and definitely taking me down my own path of ‘less traveledness.’  A little nervous? Sure.  But then again..I have known since an early age my ‘boots have always been made for walking’… and preferably down a road less traveled.

The Road Not Taken

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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