Over seven years ago. In the spirit of Frost. I decided to take a road less traveled. Actually, this particular road is traveled by half of Americans. So it wasn’t as empty as it felt. Nonetheless, it was not the road I intended to take. The travel seemed off course. Out of line. Yet my instinct told me it was my road. When I revisit the words I wrote in the days preceding this road. As I was laboring down the other road. I found myself face to face with someone that looked and sounded like me. But appeared far different. I knew then what is validated in retrospect today. That I could only become who I was intended if I broke the norm and sought the unknown.
The adage ‘wisdom comes with age’ is annoyingly true. In the more recent years. I’ve been punched in the gut with learnings I wished I had acquired in earlier years. I suppose my former years had not afforded me the truths I was meant to gain as the years progressed. Even so, hindsight is a worthy teacher when one allows. As I cautiously yet unquestionably took the other road, I found myself in a constant state of productive evolution. Laced and ladened with the required struggles to prune the past in hopes of a new future down the road. I do think it worked. I learned in spite of myself. And that has made all the different.
Grace’s Press 