The Road Not Taken
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.”
― Robert Frost
Lately I've been trying to figure out how to make a living and a life with my entrepreneurial spirit. I know that may sound wonderful, and I do love working for myself, but I got here because life happened while I was busy making plans.
On LinkedIn, I am part of a group that has been discussing how the over 50 crowd (still am amazed I'm in that group) has become more entrepreneurial. For many, it hasn't been a choice, but a necessity. We are being aging out and there are a pile of us that aren't old enough for social security so in order to pay the bills without resorting to the oldest profession folks are finding themselves becoming entrepreneurs.
When I was out there working for the man, I was successful and we lived a life of consumption as DINKS. Then we both lost our jobs, lost everything material in our lives, learned about taking care of dying parents and siblings, fought with the "banksters" as they said one thing and did quite another, sold the family home (lovingly referred to by many as The Riley Hotel), lived as sofa-homeless people for two years. We are working our way back, but are still the working poor -- we've come a long way baby!
So here I am reinventing myself and learning more than one might ever imagine as I travel along the road. I've started taking photos in earnest, writing about places to see and travel tips, obsessively researching and loving genealogy, and of course enjoying every minute with the dogs, horses, farm animals and all the people connected to all those things. Want to see my photos and support my comeback, take a look at the images on Riley Photo.
Thanks for stopping past and be sure to share your stories with me too.