According to Yogi Berra, “I never said most of the things I said.” If he did say the title quote, I doubt he meant the fork in the picture. I know one thing, though, the fork in the photo would be an easier decision for me than some of the other “forks” in the road. For one thing, it’s my stainless pattern. For another, it’s just lying there waiting to cause trouble. I would take it before it got flattened or injured someone.
I think the fork Yogi is talking about refers to a major life decision. If the road forks, it’s giving you an opportunity to take a new and better direction. Yogi says, “Take it.” Could it be that divorce provides that new and better direction? Certainly the decision of divorcing wasn’t mine. But I remember someone telling me early in 2007, shortly after I learned that I would be divorced, “This is an opportunity. Take advantage of it.” I should tape those words to my mirror so I won’t forget them.
So what’s this fork I’m supposed to take called? What sort of opportunity is it? Has something presented itself that I’ve overlooked? Whatever it is, I will have to be more creative than I’ve been in the past. I can’t throw money at it the way I used to do. Can’t afford that. Maybe that is the opportunity I’m supposed to check out: How to live a fruitful and productive life with less money, fewer resources than in the past. How to have lots of fun with very little money.
I don’t yet know the answers to all these questions. I’m constantly thinking and working on them. I hope I figure it all out soon. I’m an optimist. I think I’ll get it. I have infinite patience with my grandchildren but not with myself. Maybe that’s one of the lessons I’m supposed to be learning. I must be giving and loving to myself. Grace is mine for the taking if I can be kind enough to myself to accept it. In the meantime, I’m not sitting around twiddling my thumbs. I do constructive things daily. I really do.
By the way, forgot to mention that like Suzy, I laughed when I saw you “punnish” picture.
Shows you wonderful sense of humor.
When I read your post earlier this week, it made me think of The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
I wasn’t sure if it was OK to copy and paste it in – with copywrite laws as they are, but you may want to pull it out and read it again. I actually love the Frostian setting that was composed by Randall Thompson. If you’d like, I’ll share it with you sometime.
That song is often sung for seniors in graduating classes since many of them are looking at the pathway they are about to set out upon. However, as I’ve aged (yucky word) maybe matured would sound better, I realize that we are frequently looking at two roads. You’ve taken the high road by maintaining your optimism instead of wallowing in self-pity. Come to think of that taking the high road is really appropriate to type on Saint Paddy’s day.
i haven’t even read the post yet. i’m laughing too hard at the fork in the road. hahahahahaa. okay..gonna go read it now.
Thanks for understanding my humor.
I think it is far too easy for those who have not been through the trauma of divorce to come up with remarks like “this is an opportunity”. I’ve had several people say the same to me! Mostly by those who appear safely ensconced in their relationships and who have not any experience of the horror we found ourselves pitchforked into. That being said there is no point in sitting still and waiting for life to change. I know we have to grasp our new futures and make them what we want them to be. The 6′ and 30″ exercise I went through showed me that. The fork in the road is there! Hopefully not to puncture our tyres again! Hopefully the decision on which way to go will be so obvious we won’t even notice – we will just ‘fly’ (thus avoiding possible further punctures!!)!
In the meantime we keep busy.
Keep going my friend – you’re doing brilliantly and I love your posts!
Thanks, C. Right before I got this comment from you, I read about your 6 and 30 exercise again. Good timing, huh? That sounds so logical to me and I love things that make sense. And even though I sometimes think things to death, I am mostly a ‘concrete’ type. If I can feel it, see it, touch it, it makes more sense.
I’m keeping busy. Just made another little dress.
Hugs to you.