"two paths diverged in a wood...I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." -Robert Frost

We all make choices. Every day. I look back at my choices. Maybe it wasnt a choice. Maybe there was this road that diverged that I took because I felt like I had no other option. But somehow I elevated it up on this pedestal. I made it this heroic decision. It became something I felt strong and confident in. It became a source of pride...and strength. I liked my path. I liked the elite wooded area that no one else got to see. I was wrong, but I thought of the other wood as inferior. What do you do when these paths diverge again, only this time you are given a choice? Torn between who you have tried to be and maybe who you are supposed to be.