Possibilities

1. The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

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;         5 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,         10 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.         15 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.         20 I know that this is probably one of the most over-used poems in American literature but it's just so in sync with where I am right now.  As a 25 year old who has yet to start a career, I am in the unique position of having an infinite number of 'roads' that I could take.  For me, part of the frustration of being a 20-something is the difficulty that comes with choosing just one of those roads.  That difficulty is part of what has kept me in my college life long after college - if I can't choose one, I won't choose anything. I am now in the process of taking that next step- finally taking one of the many roads before me.  I am completely unsure of what path I'll take- which lends an air of adventure to my daily life.  As of right now, it seems that my life will most likely take any one of these turns...  I have applied for about a million (okay 30ish) entry-level office jobs. I could also take a little more time for travel and adventure.  I have applied to be a flight attendant and a stewardess on a cruise ship.  Last year I completed a semester of grad school in the College of Ed at NAU, but, being unsure that teaching was what I was truly meant to do- I stopped persuing the degree.  However, there has still been a little, nagging question mark in the back of my mind as to whether or not I want to be a teacher. This last picture is of my Grandmother, taken in the 1940's.  She took a huge leap and joined the military as an 18 year-old.  It opened the world up to her and is something that I've been considering as well. Whenever I sit down to think about where these next few months will take me, I think about what will happen as a result.  I think about the life that will be created for me because of the choices I make.  It's mind-boggling to think that there are several different career paths, several different friends, and maybe even several different families waiting at the end of each road, and those waiting at the ends of the roads not taken will simply evaporate- I'll never meet my once-future best friend, husband and even child.  The exciting part is that I will take one of these roads someday, and someday soon- and I'm confident that it will take me exactly where I was always meant to go.