My job search took a brief hiatus as my laptop decided it did not feel like working today. So off to my local Computer Repair Shop for a $200 repair. Between that and my car breaking down and needing to be towed earlier this week, it has not been a good week for my large-scale items.
What can you do but laugh it off and make the best of it. And that is exactly what I did.
Knowing my local library has public computers, I traveled there to resume my job search. Which by the way has been successful with two job offers (which I turned down) and an interview scheduled for next week.
It has been years since I’ve been to the library. My books are always purchased at Thrift Stores, Flea Markets and Yard Sales. But the moment I enter, I feel like I’ve been transported to a peaceful oasis surrounded by my favorite things. It automatically makes me feel 100% smarter as my fingers slide over the books in the Fiction, Non-Fiction and Poetry Sections.
I immediately grab “The Poetry of Robert Frost”; my favorite poet and open it. It automatically takes me to “The Road Not Taken” and I would like to take that as a sign. But in reality knowing most people look specifically for his most famous poem as the crisp bound book took me there.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be on 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.
Being here reminds me of my childhood where I would spend the whole afternoon at the library. Having so many books to carry home I thought my arms were going to fall off.
I should take more advantage of what a relaxing and uplifting place the library is. A place where you can get immersed in different lands, centuries, ideas and points of view all without leaving the comforts of your town.
From this day forward, I need to make a point of not being such a stranger.