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Monday's poem and my life within it.

Yes, we have all read it, all heard it. Yet still the power of this poem!

I was an actress in NYC. My career was full. I was content-ish. But a rumbling in my heart and soul lay deep within and a boy took my hand and said, let's go.

Here I am, over 13 years later, with a daughter I found and a son I had. Little by little the threads tore, and a new life was woven into me.

What if I hadn't taken that road? I cannot imagine.

And even now, after all this time, the artist is reborn in me into paint. When I look into my faces, when you look into my faces, it's creativity you are seeing, life you are seeing, looking right back at you. We take our passion with us, whatever the road.

The Road Not Taken by 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;

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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