Sometimes in life you get the opportunity to see the path you didn't take. There was a female motor guide on our trip who was about my age, but who had chosen a very different path than me. She is a nomad guiding river trips in the summer and traveling as a fill in yoga teacher at various studios across the country in the off season. She had taken the path less traveled and after grad school I had chosen marriage and family.
Marriage is a serious fork in the road. I've come to realize that I didn't fully grasp the magnitude of the decision to settle down at twenty five. Being married and having a family is an adventure, but it is a far cry from the person I was in college. I went on archaeology digs in the four corners and studied ethnography traveling up and down the Baja of Mexico. Going on this trip gave me a chance to just be me without the many obligations I face everyday with small children under foot. It was nice to get a break and step away to get some perspective. I am grateful my dad was willing to go along with this adventure and we had a great time, but it is wonderful to come home where my arms and heart are full. I also realize that I am very lucky to have a husband who will support my dreams even when they differ from his and make more work for him while I am gone. And while the nomad existence looks appealing especially when the kids are giving me grief, the happily ever after comes with traveling down the path and following through.
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