I, too, wish you good fortune, Mrsoul, as you travel that new road.

Years ago when I was first making my way, I used to refer fairly often to a favorite poem of mine, Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken," which I have long since memorized.

Here's the first and last parts, that perhaps you may already know:

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;

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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.