5:55 PM

I just got back from the gym and am in the midst of getting ready for the weekend. As I prepare to shut down the office, I’m looking at a poem I was given this week. It’s a good one that fits many facets of life. Take the easier, no that’s not right, less resistant makes more sense, path that most people take or a more difficult road where you are more on your own?

I have this poem partially quoted on my book website. Yes, I have a website for my book. It is not live just yet. It will go out to everyone once things move forward and a definitive final product is in place. I think you’ll like it. Much more interactive. More quotes, links, books, and such.

Anyhow, the weekend is here. I’ll cut and past this here and be on my way.

“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.”

-Robert Frost