I strive to experience life fully. When I was younger, it was about playing hard and working some. I lived in Greece and on a Kibbutz in Israel. In my 20s, my resume included bartender, travel agent, realtor, and marketing assistant. I worked in Washington D.C. At 31, I earned at Master’s Degree in social work. Finally, I had a career that made sense.
In my 30s, I worked hard, played some and struggled to get out of bed each day. At 40, I was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and Fibromyalgia. Living alone in a house in the suburbs with two dogs and a job that didn’t satisfy. I sought a school counseling position in Alaska and in the summer of 2006, I left my former life forever.
Today, Jim Bob and I are proud owners of Webb Acres. A modest six acres, we are still learning how to be proper caregivers to our land and animals. Our three black labs are family. The cats came with the house and we feed them but that’s it. We keep them around to make our property as rodent and snake free as possible. We adopted our small herd of alpacas last December.
Life is fuller and more joyful than I ever imagined.
In sixth grade, I learned about poetry. I loved Robert Frost and all these years later, The Road Not Taken is still my favorite. Consciously or not, it is the life I continue to lead.
The Road Not Taken
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.