It is hard to believe that another year is coming to an end. I have always heard that time goes faster the older you get, but I never quite believed it. Well, time has made a believer out of me.
Things I thought would never arrive passed months ago. Things I hoped would last forever, well, they passed, too. That is the way of life, I suppose. Always changing. Sometimes you feel as though you are waiting for life to catch up with you, and other times you are the one doing the running.
We have had an interesting year, full of ups and downs. There have been lots of tears. Happy. Sad. Everything in between. But there has been much joy, too. Lots of laughter and happiness. Adventure. And change. Lots and lots of change.
Each December, as we look forward to the year ahead, we are determined to make it the best ever. 2011 is no exception. I’m not sure where we are going to start this year, or which direction we are going to go, but as Lao Tzu once said,
And Robert Frost must have understood the feeling as well, and today it feels as though he wrote this just for us:
The Road Not Taken (1915)
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.