This part of my journey started in February 2026 with the beginning of Farm School. It is hard to believe it has only been four months because so much seems to have changed, but I think that is because I can see the full progression that led here.
In 2023, I unexpectedly left a career that I thought would be my last job ever. It was messy, and it knocked me down pretty hard; but I got back up. It took a lot of work and support to put things back together, and I thought I was building something new and permanent. However, in 2025, my wife and I realized we had built something stable and sustainable, but it wasn’t filled with daily joy. We believe everyone deserves daily joy, so we decided to prioritize our own joy by changing it all.
We decided to choose the things that we truly wanted instead of just the things that we thought we could have. We decided to dismantle our current stable life in order to build one of our own design. That is where things really started to go in unexpected directions. That is where we took the reigns and really started to drive with intention toward what we wanted in life instead of settling for what we had.
First we chose a place because it had the things we love most: outdoor activity, trees, and strong community. We sold our house, gave up our steady jobs and our predictable life, and dared to forge into the unknown.
At the end of next month, it will be our one year anniversary for having moved here. One year since we, again, chose the road less traveled. There is a lot of uncertainty right now about where things will go and how they will look when we get there, but that’s the whole point to living: it’s a journey of constant change because life is a constant work in progress.
Loosen the bridle of predictability and shun the standard expectations. Cast off the doubt. Life is a series of unexpected adventures, and if you never choose to chance the rapids then you will never truly know what it means to live.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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