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Have you ever wondered what is the next thing to happen in your life? I wonder that all the time, as a matter of fact it's on my mind right now. In the past year I have purchased 2 "investment" properties-lost both because they were worthless. I just filed for Chapter 7 fucking up my credit because of those 2 properties. The properties were incorrectly appraised at a high value. I couldn't sell them with the market the way it is. Mortgage companies were pushing for wage garnishment. So filing Chapter 7 seem the route to take. They were my major debt problem, other debt was school loans and IRS...no credit cards. Maybe I should have rethought that option? Hey, I it's to late now besides it could be worse...like the trouble my friend is having with the "investment" properties. To top it all off I need a damn full time job. The crazy thing about all of this is, I know its going to get better. I don't know when or how but I know it will get better. I must say I am proud of myself at this point in my life, because if this happened 2.5 years ago I would have been a total wreck. I guess since I'm much older now (29 yrs old) and have experienced so much in a little time span, I'm confident in myself. I have gained a spiritual awakening and understanding that has caused me to see occurences in a brighter light. I now understand the saying, "Things happen for a reason and not just for the hell of it." So I'm OK......I'm OK Oh! I decided to go back to school to become an esthestician. I can have a career I love, work for myself, and generate the income I need to live a beneficial life. |
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Ever since I was a little kid I remember finding this book of poems at my grandmother's house. Whenever I wanted to get away I would read this book, that included some of the most beautiful I ever heard. One of my favorite poems is the The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. I always wanted to hit the road that nobody used or traveled on for their journey. Since that time I have traveled every road there is imaginable that belongs to others, instead of taking the road that simply belongs to me. I have attached this poem for your personal reflection. Enjoy!!! Robert Frost (1874–1963) 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. |