How mornings begin...

Here is where I am in a fork in the road and I am not always very happy about it. I will give a basic description of what has happened to bring me here. I am a graduate student at the age of 51... I had to take a leave of absence due to my husband choosing a job back in our home state. We had been out of state for over 8 years, vowing to never go back in order to stay focused. When moving there I did not have my Bachelors degree yet. I was at the end. I was in a Mountain town with limited internet and a tablet completing assignments. I began working with Special Education or Special needs as the Behavior Specialist of a Head Start in Rural Mountain town. This was the beginning of my career. This earned me money I hadn't made before. I then branched out into Family Centered Therapy where I made more money. Here comes The Fork In the Road... My husband appears depressed and made a series of mistakes that caused financial harm. He then took a job in our home town and I appeared to be forced to make a decision. Upon visiting I noticed my Grandfathers memory was fading, he is 86 years old. The next was I am that he was loosing keys and wallets and individuals were around that should not be. I decided I would be okay with moving back to take care of my grandfather. However I now have no income. My husband came back for selfish reasons that did not involve my feelings. Currently I am sitting in a space that says I am invisible to those that need me except when they need me. I am taking care of an 86 year old 4 dogs and a toddler. Now I see where I am enjoying the quality time with the children and my grandfather. There is more concern about my Grandfather being alone. I am also very accustomed to living on my own as a 51 year old mother and wife and I am currently living in my Grandfathers home. My Fork in the Road is only at the intersection peak. I have no idea what to make of this so I thought I would talk about it.

The phrase is popular, "The Fork In the Road." What does it mean to you?

All things moved according to the schedule of the day thus far. The day can always change.

I often speak of the fork in the road when instructing my children through the years or even my students. I am now at what I consider a fork in the road. Let's get to know each other! Comment below sharing where you are in the world, a photo of your workspace, and something you like to do for fun. 😊