Reflectionisms.

The path of least resistance is always the best way to go. It’s the way water goes, and we all know that water knows what it’s doing. I do not feel like I have been doing this of late. This has been my philosophy, and indeed following the least resistant path is what sent me to LA and back to Portland again, and sort of what got me out to Portland in the first place.

When someone has their mind set on something the general rule that we are taught is to fight on, not to give in no matter how many times you fail. If at first you don’t succeed, try and try again. Although good advice on the outset, after repeated failed attempts sometimes the best thing is to get a clue and move on to the next effort. When several home buying attempts in the Austin area were thwarted for all together ridiculous and unrelated things the thought arose, maybe Austin isn’t where we should be. Within a couple months, the truck was packed and off to Oregon I went. When I found myself in a failing company with nothing tying me down and a new group of friends forming long-distance down south, I packed my bags and headed to LA. When I found myself cash-strapped, apartment-seeking, job-seeking, and generally bitchy I packed my bags and moved back to Portland. In each of these instances the big, cross-country move was the path of least resistance for me.

I now find myself trying to apply this theory to the smaller things in life. Not the life changing decisions, but the smaller steps along the way. I have found that in the last couple months I have not been following the least resistant path. With many things I feel like water trying to push itself uphill. And I just need to take a step back and see where the stream is headed and redirect myself to follow the current. Right now I am stuck in an eddy on the side of the river and I need to get back in the flow. Following the river path has not led me astray yet. And as a wise friend always used to tell me, “It will all work out. It has to. There’s no other way it could happen.”

And as a side note, the glass art gallery just outside my kitchen window is having some sort of shin-dig today. I have been listening to their music all afternoon (not all my style, in fact mostly not), but they have a live band now. And I’m getting it for free while I cook my dinner. Hooray, Portland!