Não sei se me falta coragem, o apoio ou o start necessário.
O certo é que no último ano tenho pensado bastante sobre como seria se eu realmente abraçasse essa ideia e fosse adiante, e mergulhasse a fundo.
Já fiz levantamentos culturais, sobre adaptação, financeiros, fucei páginas de cultivo, manejo e produção, relatos de pessoas fizeram esse caminho antes e me sinto bem certa sobre isso.
Daí o ano mal começa e temos pandemia, mortos, doentes e todos temem um declínio no ramo de ocupação do setor privado que estou há quase 12 anos.
Um sinal?
The Road Not Taken - ROBERT FROST
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.
