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.

The poet Robert Frost penned this iconic poem over a hundred years ago, and I think that many of us can relate to it. We live in a time and place where often the choice is ours regarding our vocation, our location and our destination. Somehow, though, when we hit our first detour, it takes us by surprise. When our chosen way is blocked by calamity or a change of circumstances, we can be slow to accept our new direction. Some of us mentally stay at the detour sign, rehearsing our “if onlys” and nurturing resentment over being forced onto a different path than the one we had chosen.

”If only I had married…