Had sort of been blawg-quiet lately in the last week or so.
Though my actual-life was quite the opposite.
Got a call a week and a half ago and found out that a renter was going to take over the lease of my apartment in LA (good news),
so I had to fly back the following day with a sinus cold (bad news) to start packing up my life
for the second time in 5 months - the first was my move from Portland to LA in October.
Managed to sell a ton of stuff - sofa, desk, bookcases, furniture in general and made a bunch of donations to Goodwill.
All of which felt amazing to let go off.
Stuff. Goodbye stuff.
I also sold my car, which was actually the toughest thing to let go of.
It's not that it was the most awesome car (2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue), rather it was the "meaning" of the car - the sense of independence,
and all the memories it held - roadtrips out to the coast, the desert, to LA and back, from Milwaukee across the country to Portland, etc.
The same day I was selling my car in LA, my best friends, Molly & Dyrayll, were having their first child back in Portland.
I was letting go of things, and at the same time, something living was coming into the world.
Something beautiful and much more important.
It was an interesting moment for me.
I was sitting in a Starbucks in Burbank contemplating the amount that Carmax offered me for my car
and whether I was going to take their offer.
Evening was coming on and the sky was a moody color and busy with clouds.
At some point a feeling of letting go came over me and I realized that it was time.
Felt very clear to me.
So I then flew back to NYC and got back to working and my new routine out here.
Working hard on a TV commercial at the moment.
Friday I get a call from the Beverly Hills Police Department.
Apparently they've got two fellas in custody that had some of my possessions on them.
Turns out they broke into my storage unit and jacked some of my things.
My head was swimming.
Did they get my records?
My music gear?
Felt violated and bummed out.
That was Friday, today is Tuesday.
It is still being sorted out by the police, but it's looking like I may have caught a super lucky break
in that they caught these guys in time before they may have unloaded any of my possessions.
Feels like spring is coming on and things are getting better, warmer, sunnier.
I got a gal that loves me, great friends and family, some work at the moment and my health.
Counting all my blessings.
And here's a song from a band called It Hugs Back from their new album that I'm feeling:
Give 'em some support.