Yesterday, I had the honor of attending my nephew’s high school graduation which was wonderful. Aside from watching all the young men and women look so proud and happy to be graduating, one of the highlights was a speech given by their Literature teacher. From the comments, I deduced that the seniors voted for one teacher whom they wanted to speak at their graduation and he was chosen for very good reason. He was eloquent, informative and extremely motivating even for those of us who were adults well past our high school days.
His speech included a brief journey through his life after graduation when he was trying to “find himself”, the life he wanted to lead, and the all-too-often-forgotten happiness he wanted to glean from this life. I am sure this talk sent many of us down a path of remembrances.
I read regularly many blogs and forums and repeatedly see questions and comments about when it is right to give up your “day job” to become a full-time, money-making artist. Too often these posts reveal a dissatisfaction in their current “day job.” This reminded me of a job change I made over a decade ago and my current boss whom I was leaving sent me the link to a poem by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken.(1)
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 marked 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.
I also look back fondly at my last job as an Engineering Director where I had the privilege to manage and work with many wonderful people and who will always hold a place in my heart. My transition was not generated out of unhappiness, but rather out of restlessness to try something completely different, fusing glass. 🙂
Whatever path has led us each toward our current undertakings, it is our path and we have each chosen our own path to forge and walk. These seniors showed hope and excitement to be moving onto a new path no matter where each of their paths may lead. To those of you contemplating shifting your jobs, making a change to your living locale or whatever, pick your path and go wherever it may lead you and enjoy the change.
Did you pick a new path recently? I would love for you to share what changes you made.
P.S. I always like to include a piece of fused glass, so am including this piece because I love the swirls which remind me of taking a path.