I drove back to Edmonton when I got off work Friday night to surprise my sister at her house warming party. I was super on the fence about going because it was a lot of driving for a 24 hour visit, but it's not every day your sister and cousin celebrate the purchase of their first home. I smiled my entire drive home today so full of love and appreciation for all the amazing people I have in my life, 24 hours full of them is totally worth hours of highway driving.
On an even happier note; Operation Get Neelix To Canmore has begun. Can't wait to bring this floofball on all my mountain adventures soon.
Hiking in BC is always a good idea🏔
Несмотря на то, что уже середина июля, и погоды стоят довольно жаркие, снега в горах довольно много, по сравнению с прошлыми годами. Тем не менее, это не особо пагубно влияло на проходимость нашего трэила. Даже наоборот, было забавно идти некоторые участки по снегу, в 30 градусную жару 😃.
The first time I read the poem ‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost, I was probably 13 years old and I remember thinking it was neat. But I don’t think I then understood the incredible power in a persons ability to make a choice. We’re all faced with choices to make every single day. Some are basic and some are life altering. Sometimes we make them consciously and sometimes not. Some are fun to make, and some make us extremely uncomfortable. Some we can turn back, and others are irreversible. And some we’re afforded years to think about, while other choices have to be made within milliseconds.
We have only one life to live in this world, and the choices we make constantly shape our lives and the lives of others around us. But whatever choices we’re faced with, we must be grateful to have the opportunity in the first place. Even if we end up making bad choices. For without that opportunity, our lives would have no colour. .
The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost - 1916
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.