Movin' On

I spent two years in Portland, Oregon, my home town, after having lived in Los Angeles for 8.5 years. I went back for a few reasons - see about a relationship (which didn't work out), live in an area of Portland I'd always wanted to (NW area) and I did and loved it, and be closer to my family. Portland is a great town. It's not a huge city like NY, Chicago, or LA, but it has fantastic restaurants (one of my friends is 3x Iron Chef of Oregon and owns the newest, hottest restaurant in town - Sel Gris) and tons of places to hang out. I miss that aspect of it actually. Great beer, great pubs, great coffee houses to hang out (it rains a lot so that's a good thing to have), plus it's so green and beautiful (when it's not grey and rainy). I'm rambling.  

Thing is, I've been thinking to myself that I sort of regret having spent those two years there - and away from LA where I can make my dreams come true. (Film maker). I love the sunshine. What was I thinking? I sort of got stuck there. I got in a rut there. The grey skies, the cold temperatures (I thrive in 80 degree weather)- it all wore me down. My business suffered big time...I had to get back to LA.

But I cannot regret my time in Portland. I cannot look at it as a mistake. And last night, I woke up with a realization. Perhaps by continuing to have those "I made a mistake" thoughts, I was holding myself back somehow. Here as I write this I am finding it hard to describe... Does everything happen for a reason?

So as I was waking up, a thought crossed my mind and I wrote it down (I have learned to keep a notepad by my bed because I think a lot of wisdom bubbles to the surface when I'm asleep...anyway...I wrote down that I should journal about all the great things I did and the great times I had and the wonderful things I enjoyed during my two years there. That way I could celebrate the good things, forget the negatives, and MOVE ON!