Tribute to Krista

First, an explanation:
Krista's a phenomenal writer. She had this excerpt from a book she's working on, which she posted on her blog, that is below. You can see her explanation, and my original source, here.

The picture just seems to go with it so perfectly. One, because it conveys the idea of now knowing where to go. Really? How much clearer can it get? This picture also goes with it perfectly because it was a trip to Walmart. Krista, her jeep, a du-rag, yelling out the window pretending I was Amish/a Ku Klux Klan member... it just perfectly describes the relationship Krista and I have. The trip, not so much the picture, but the picture is from the trip. You know.

I really liked this piece of Krista's because I feel like it's my life right now. I haven't slept well in several days because my brain just doesn't stop. I don't even feel like I'm making huge decisions, but the little ones that will make the big ones... It's scaring me a little bit.

And Krista explains it so much better than I do.

From Krista:

I’m starting to become more than a little bit familiar with Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” I feel like I’m starring in it half the time. I’m constantly at a metaphorical fork in the road with no clue as to which road to take. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever have a moment of peace when I can just continue on the same road for a while, but it never seems to be the case. You’d think that I’d be going in circles by now considering the sheer number of times I change directions. Most of my life the choice has been strongly influenced by someone else, but gradually those influences have tapered off until I’ve been the only defining factor in my life. Sure the other people are still there, but I'm left to my own judgment.
Now I’m afraid to take that road less traveled, for fear Frost was right and it will make all the difference.

And I’ll be the only one responsible for it.