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Welcome to "At the Fork"




Keuka Lake is the fourth largest of 11 Finger Lakes located in western New York's wine region.  These glacier-formed lakes boast crystal clear water, shale shorelines and refreshing, swimmable water temps throughout the summer.   Despite having the good fortune of visiting dozens of cities and countries around the world, Keuka Lake remains my favorite destination.

Keuka is Y-shaped.  Boaters journeying from the south shore in Hammondsport travel north to the Bluff, which you see in this picture.  In that regard, the Bluff serves as the lake's fork in the road.  Take the east branch past Keuka College to the quaint village of Penn Yan or cruise up the west branch past waterfront cafes and patches of steep hillsides and small gorges to Branchport. The Bluff is the marker for what's next in the journey, the excitement that something previously undiscovered awaits, and knowing at the end of the day regardless which direction I choose, I return to typical life a far happier, healthier person.

Two years ago I took a hard look at my personal and professional journeys.  I was forced to take a step back and consider some prior decisions and if, post-COVID, I could bounce back to a happier, healthier Denise.  The answer was at best "maybe" and more accurately "I have no idea".  An unnerving perspective and certainly not good enough.  I was seeing the Bluff in front of me, a fork in the road I didn't anticipate but needed.

I had some hard decisions to make.  I could continue attempting small changes along the same journey, or put myself on a new path.  I chose the latter.

Welcome to At the Fork.  Tales from my journey to a healthier, happier, more impactful personal and professional life.  

As I type this, I'm 10 hours away from leaving Florida for the Atlantic forests in Minas Gerais, Brazil approximately 6 hours northwest of Rio de Janeiro.  The first stop on a 3.5 month international journey.  On the urging of many, I'll share stories from the journey as well as a bit about how I got here and where I want to go next.  My posts will center on my 4 trip goals:
  • hands-on sustainability experiences
  • exploring new cultures, communities and terrains
  • laying the foundation for my next professional chapter
  • improving my health and fitness
If I'm successful, you'll enjoy a few tidbits that bring a smile, spark a conversation or maybe inspire change you might be seeking in your own life or career.  If nothing else, you'll know where the hell I am for the next 4 months.😉

We are all at a fork in our roads.  I believe that fervently. The universe is sending us too many signals to ignore.  It will be a key underpinning to my experience, what I share and how I share it.  More on that later.  I hope you'll stay tuned.  Wish me luck!
Location: Sarasota, FL, USA

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  1. Vanessa FernandesApril 14, 2023 at 10:55 AM

    Very excited to follow this! See you along the journey! Good luck! 🥰😘

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