I happen to love this poem its by Robert Frost: Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening "Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." So I couldn't help but quote the last line as my title because it is quite true in my life. In the midst of all the busyness in my life (moving, Cancer, ECT...) I still find myself "stopping by the woods" to enjoy exactly where I am at versus rushing on into the future or constantly looking back where I came from. It is always a good thing ...