Fugere urbem

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.