Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Robert Frost:: The Road Not Taken

Wishy-washy-the word to describe my career goals. I do want to be a wedding planner. I do, no doubt about it. But I am wishy-washy about the path I will take to get there. Scared is probably a more appropriate adjective. As far as I'm aware, there are 2 paths to be taken. Get a job at a place and work my way up to the title of "self-employed" or just muster up some strength and take the plunge. The first has been slightly less successful, as said in a previous post, you gotta "know somebody" to break into the field. This leaves me with the second choice, which is daunting, to say the least. Start my own business.

Do I go the Robert Frost way and embark on the road not taken? Do I have the guts to take a step and possibly fail? Not sure...

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.