I was reading some poetry today before the Vikings game started and I ran across “Two Tramps in Mud Time” by Robert Frost. The final stanza spoke to me as I struggle to decide which path to follow in my career.
But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future’s sakes.
Work has certainly not been play for me lately. But I am looking forward starting something new!
Wish me luck…