Day 1,814: Two Paths

Two paths diverged in the wood…

Here’s the thing about that poem: there are never just two paths. That’s what makes life so hard. There are always a multitude of possible choices, a plethora of paths if you’ll indulge me and keep that eye roll to yourself, please. Thank you.

I’m contemplating the next step. Where to go from here. And I mean in terms of my writing, and my professional life, and finances…all those things thrown into turmoil together, because they’re dominoes. They fall into eac...