Two Roads – Part 1
I have always been in awe of people who invent things from scratch. Just recently I told The Man that whenever I parked in the garage, I would hit the garage wall and scrape the edge of the car door. The Man listened and went to Home Depot, bought some insulation material, and nailed it to the wall. Fabulous.
Well, I did a little thinking this morning and decided that I too have invented something and you can do it as well. Maybe it’s not as ingenious as nailing insulation to the wall or a professional steamer (you must get one!), or a coffeemaker that can make one cup at a time (sorry, but the coffee is dreadful), but still, I get a charge out of it.
I’m talking about myself, of course. I am a total invention. My self-presentation is a way to communicate my humor and accessibility. I enjoy talking to people. I love sharing information. If I didn’t embrace my too-much-ness, I would miss out on so many wonderful moments that have enhanced my life. My slightly off-beat look is calculated to attract the originals, people with a strong point-of-view who aren’t afraid of to be different.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood” — do you remember that poem by Robert Frost? “Sorry you cannot travel both.” You’re either willing to take a risk and attract those people who gravitate to originality. Or you can blend in and avoid being noticed or provocative.
I had no choice. No choice. “I took the road less traveled by and that has made all the difference.”