Two Roads

“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

Today was one of those monumentally difficult days of travel. My weekly caravan drive to Los Angeles was not as easy and peaceful as it usually is. It seemed that every 20 miles we slowed to a crawl due to accidents, construction, or just general congestion. This made my fellow drivers irritable, angry, frustrated, and pushy. As my shoulders crept closer and closer to my ears and my brow became more furrowed, I worried that I wouldn’t make it to my lessons on time. Four and a half hours later, I finally arrive on the UCLA campus and sprint to my first lesson, only to race to my car an hour later and stumble upon by more traffic and construction on the way to my second lesson. Driving home, my eyes glazing, my clutch foot aching, I felt myself rushing, getting anxious, becoming emotional, and starting down the spiral towards a pity party. So, instead of pulling out the chips and board games and letting the depressing festivities begin, I saw a sign that said “beach access, this exit”, took a chance, and got off the freeway–only to stumble onto the most adorable state park I have yet to come across.

While they request you pay for a day pass, I explained to the attendant that I just wanted to get off the freeway and stretch my legs for about 10 minutes, so the nice lady let me park in the 20 min temporary parking for free. Thank you good karma and the power of a smile. Suddenly, away from the jostle and noise of the freeway, I could breath and pause. I was able to feel the wind caress my face, giggle at a chipmunk scurrying by, enjoy the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore. It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on all of the worry, panic, stress, and self-doubt. All that mattered was the ground beneath my feet and the sunshine on my face. I felt my heart open, my shoulders soften back down, and every muscle in my body breath a sigh of relief.

Once I started exploring, it was difficult to leave; but, the road was calling, so I had to go. I had passed this place a thousand times over the years, always in too much of a hurry to take any notice. But, I learned a valuable lesson today. Don’t be afraid to stray from your well-traveled path. You never know what adventures you might find if you simply break from your usual routine and step outside of your comfort zone. I felt so much better once I did. Life seemed so much kinder, more beautiful, and peaceful for the rest of the drive. It’s amazing what a breath of fresh sea air and a little stretch can do.
“I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

#letsgetflexyin2015 challenge days 3 and 4: bird of paradise and compass pose.


IMG_8181 It was so nice to stop and stretch my legs. (See what I did there?)


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