Choices

Life is funny when you think about it.  Simple funny.  Everything we are and everything we will be is a direct result of choices.  Some of those are not choices that we make for ourselves.  There is really no luck, just the path that our choices have put us on.

I am traveling for association meetings for the next couple days.  The meetings for our little group are  in locations chosen by the chairman, which I will be the year after next.  It was my choice to take my turn in the barrel.  I am secretary this year, VP next year and Kahuna who gets to make everyone travel to locations close to MY home for a change.

Again, attending these meetings is my choice.  I could beg off instead of driving the nearly 7 hours to this one.  But, the relationships developed and the help and cooperation we give each other at other times of the year is worth the effort.

But, as I am apt to do it seems, I digress.  This story is not about my choice to attend the meetings.  At least not directly it isn't.

It is about the route I took to get here.

I have driven the first part of this route hundreds, if not thousands, of times.  Since I was in college I have made choices as to the route and the choice boils down to a simple one that at some point all men make.  Much like that Robert Frost poem, I have driven past this sign every time and chuckled and wondered at the choice it represents.  Why did I Need to chose?  Why can't I have it all?  Questions we all ask ourselves.

Decisions, decisions! 

Today it was time.  Time to finally chose.  Time to stop waffling!  Which will it be?  I am partial to both choices, being the well rounded fellow that I am.

On impulse, call it a mental coin toss, I made my choice.  I took the road to the left.  I am not sure that it was a road less travelled.  I am not sure that in the end it will make all the difference, but, the choice was made!

Where did it lead?

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