I’m currently faced with a situation. And a choice needs to be made. This or that. Here or there. Now or later. I’ve spent the past few days struggling, both emotionally and mentally. I want to be bold, brave. Take a chance. But I also want to be smart, realistic. I want to be selfish, but feel the burdening weight of conflicting obligations. I don’t know what choice I’ll make, but the clock is ticking. So I suppose time will tell in just a matter of days, hours.

In the meantime, I’m thankful for the support of my family and boyfriend. This morning I woke up to an email from my father. No introduction, no commentary. Just the lines from his favorite poem. One that he recited to us when we were little, one that I know has helped him in the choices he’s had to make.

So here it is. My life right now, in a nutshell.

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

Wish me luck. I’ll keep you posted.