Monday, September 12, 2011

The Road Less Traveled

This is the hallway to my doctor's office, her door is on the left. The first time I turned the corner to visit my new doctor and discovered this was the hallway I would be traveling down during my pregnancy, I laughed out loud...this is also the hallway to the travel clinic, that door is on the right.

Could Robert Frost be anymore apropos?

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 undergroth;

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.

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