 My life in California would not be what it is...would not have been what it was from the very begining...if it weren't for my red headed treasure named Jenny. Her friendship is at the heart of my final few days of November gratitude (posted, of course, a day late), not just because she deserves more than a single day of thanks from me, but because as of this week she and her own family are making big moves cross country. So, we won't be seeing each other for a while. And, my heart feels pretty tender about that. When I think about the strength and truth behind listening to that tiny voice that guides us, I always think about Jenny. I remember strolling down Chestnut Street just a few weeks after having moved from 3,00 miles away. I remember how I had no plan, little money, and a marriage that was, sadly, over long before it really began. I remember feeling permanently guilty, anxious, and unsure. I remember wanting to run far, far away, but settling for California since it was already pretty damn far from everything I had known for so long. And I remember just barely glancing at a "Help Wanted" sign in the window of a tiny boutique one afternoon, managed by a stylish red head...with the rest, of course, being history. I think about this time in my life a lot, while trying to send extra ounces of gratitude to my past self -- to the person who had so much confusion swirling in her mind that eventually she had no choice but to listen to that small, calm voice amid all the chaos. Even when it was random, and made no sense. Especially when it was random, and appeared senseless. Without her, I would have never found an incredible, irreplaceable friend in Jen. And, an incredible, deeply loved godson in her precious baby. Honestly? It was really sad to say goodbye. We may have cried, and hugged. Then cried some more. But damn. How lucky I am to have someone so worthy of those tears. If any of my lovely readers dwell in or near the Charlotte, NC area -- I would love to introduce you to a truly remarkable woman. (Just don't get any funny ideas about replacing me...) With love, Trish
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