The Road Less Traveled

It has recently reoccurred to me that I have a romantic view of this life I occupy each day. I want there to be singing & dancing. I need for there to be a cosmic sense of why I bother waking up each day.

My reasons for lifting apart my lids each day as of late has been bill paying, job having, diligent planning...frankly, that is not good enough for me anymore.

I suspect I will make what others see as a seemingly random shift in my life again. I, rather, see it as a dedication to "going with the flow" or doing what "feels right". I will likely leave my job. Leave the things that have made me prosperous in a way I thought would provide me long overdue challenge & gratification.

Instead I dream of writing, taking photos, bringing ideas to life. I fear I will starve & cause those around me to feel the pangs of hunger...but each moment of each day reminds me of the Robert Frost poem that I read over & over as a child...the poem that my grandmother loved so much...I must once again take the road less traveled by.

We'll see, now won't we if that makes all the difference.