The Road I Did NOT Want to Take
Living a satisfying and fulfilling life is a goal for most us.
Going down a path with everybody else is so easy to do. But taking a different path can lead to interesting places.
I look at the world and see a lot of things that I want to do and people that I want to hang out with.
But I have found this ONE thing to be true: my greatest opportunities have come by going down roads that I did NOT want to take.
The Journey to Unique can be lonely
Being a young mother was one of the toughest jobs that I ever loved. I would not trade my three beautiful (now adult) children for anything in this world.
But as a mother I had to do so many things that I absolutely did NOT want to do. One of them was cooking.
As a little girl, I was a VERY picky eater. My mother would try to bribe me to get me to try new things. I'm not sure if she invented ice cream with cream of wheat, but I love that combination until this day. It was the only way that she could get me to eat it.
I was eleven years old before I ever ate a whole piece of chicken.
By the time I reached my teen years, I had expanded my diet to include a few more things. Food just wasn't a big deal for me. I ate because my stomach hurt if I went too long without food.
Mom tried to teach my how to cook various dishes. She was a great cook. I wasn't really interested. I would rather read a book, thank you.
Then came motherhood. Now I was the one responsible for preparing food. Well, thank God I could read because Hamburger Helper became my best friend. Meat + box = dinner!
Ironically, I married a man who loves to cook. That worked out really well for me - and for the kids!
Fast forward decades later and I have learned to hold my own in the kitchen. It was a journey getting there though.
Left to my own devices, I would not have learned to cook. There are days even now when cereal looks like a really good option - for breakfast and dinner.
But taking that road has enriched my life in ways that I can't explain. Getting together with family and sharing home-cooked dishes is one of my favorite things to do.
Cooking was a path that I did NOT want to take.
One of my favorite poems perfectly summarizes this thought.
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.
It is easy to take the road that everyone else is taking. If I can't see where we are going, at least I can look at the guy and front of me and FOLLOW.
But following the crowd and taking the most popular road is NOT how you get to a satisfying and fulfilling life.
Your best life lies down a path that you do NOT want to take. And that can make all of the difference.
What are you waiting on? Choose your Unique path....and don't look back!
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