Hello, dear readers. I realize my posts have been pretty sparse lately, and for those who signed up for my newsletter, I will be switching it to quarterly, with the first one expected mid-September. Not for lack of content, mind you, it's because I lack enough hours in a day. I am now juggling four university courses, working full swing on editing a novel-that I am super excited about-and still finding time to get out on big hikes and long bike rides with my husband.

So things are going extremely well. I am loving the editing, getting a feel for what being an editor entails, and I couldn't ask for a better team-a patient and understanding author, and an employer that trusts my judgment calls. I got lucky, and I count my lucky stars daily, even when I am stressing over university papers, of which I am writing three of at the moment.

When I started on this path, I never would have imagined that things would be going this well this quickly. And although my calendar beside my desk is so scribbled on with reminders that I can barely make out the dates, I wouldn't have it any other way.

As far as university goes, I am still doing well. My marks are still high, although not as high as I'd like, but I tend to be a perfectionist when it comes to school work. That hasn't changed at least from my high school days, although being older and going to school, I find that I am more prepared for the heavy work load. It does help that for the time being I am doing school from home, but some day I look forward to being on a campus.

Now to satisfy my inner book worm, I want to share a poem that I recently came across thanks to my poetry school book. I know it's a well known poem, but I wanted to share it all the same. I was a little disappointed that it is not in the curriculum anywhere, this far, but this poem seemed to resonate with me:

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 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

Yep, I love this poem. The poem, or how it reads to me, spurs me on any time I feel discouraged about my writing, or worry about whether or not I made the correct career choice, or if I am good enough to be a writer/editor, I repeat the last stanza in my head, and it instantly makes me feel better. I don't buy into the whole regret theory that some who have analyzed the poem deem it says, after all a sigh can be a positive expression if combined with a smile, and being sorry about not being able to take both paths, well life would be easier if we could. But others may read it differently then I perhaps. That's the great thing about poetry, each poem reads different to every person. And besides, I personally find nothing more inviting then a beautiful, yellow, fall forest.

A bit of poetry to get your weekend started.  I hope to post again soon. Dear readers, take care.

References
Frost, Robert. “The Road Not Taken.” The Harbrace Anthology of Poetry, Fifth Edition. Ed. Jon C. Stott, and Raymond E. Jones. US: Nelson Education Ltd., 2012. 205. Print.


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