My daughters and I traipse through the woods reciting The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. The part that always got me was, “I kept the first for another day. Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.” When I went to college, I stood at the crossroads of English and art as my choices for major. I couldn’t afford art supplies, so I chose English. The road more traveled. These past two years, I went back, to the road I saved for another day. Now they (and I) are one.