The Fork in the Road

We all face those moments of choice. Sometimes they are big choices – yes or no? Minnesota or Colorado? Sometimes they are more gradual – a dead-end, a recalculation, the decision to get cake instead of icecream. Often these choices are best viewed in retrospect. Robert Frost put it best in “The Road Not Taken”:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Yogi Berra famously said , “when you come to the fork in the road, take it!” My interpretation of that is this: sometimes you know which fork to take and sometimes you don’t. The important thing is making the decision. 

Recently I have been going through The Artist’s Way, a book that has helped me find a renewed joy in creating and reminded me that God created us to create. Our gifts and talents are from him, and he delights when we use them! However, this book is hard at times, addressing past baggage and disappointments. 

When I went to college, I knew I was going to be an English major. I had originally planned to be a nurse – the safe choice – but I wanted to write, I loved to write. I loved my high school English teachers. So I took the initial English major class.

I have repressed most memories of that semester but I remember a lot of pain, disillusionment, and disappointment. My teacher certainly did not encourage or draw me to the English major. I did take a Southern Lit-themed class much later and again  found it decidedly not my cup of sweet tea. 

As I remembered my disappointment, I felt very angry. I wanted to write that teacher a letter and let her know how much she turned me off of English. Then I realized that she did a good thing. I don’t think the English major at that school was a good fit for me. Many friends and classmates found a home there, and I am happy for them. 

Because of her class, I found my way to Anthropology. I LOVED my anthropology major and professors. During the intro anthropology class, I felt like the garage door had just opened on my worldview. Because of that class, I did archaeology in Mexico instead of whatever English majors do in the summer (haha just kidding… internships, they do internships). Because of that class, I studied all kinds of things I would not have known about otherwise. I interviewed women pastors; I learned about sociobiology and the construct of race. I spent time drinking hot chocolate in a Latina friend’s kitchen and went to her church. I studied Spanish poetry and film music. Eventually, I found my way back into nursing, and that is my calling too. 

I am still reading and writing. I would have been fine as an English major. I am so glad I was an Anthro major.
So thank you Dr. A! I am so thankful for the way things turned out. God used that class (even though it was unpleasant) to guide me another way. 

And that has made all the difference.