Have you ever felt like there are people placed in your path for a reason & sometimes it’s just not clear until one day the skies part and BAM it’s like a neon sign is lit up and dragged across the sky?   I had that happen just the other day. There’s a girl I’ve know literally since elementary school. We’ll call her…Jen. We were so small when we met that I’m pretty sure our shoes from back then would fit dolls now. Anyway, our birthdays are a day apart, we were in several grade classes together over the years & I always considered her a “friend”, even though I maybe didn’t spend every day with her after school. She was always just a great, friendly person & we had lots of friends in common. 

   Fast forward a few years after college & the dawning of social media when I find myself living in bright, sunny California. Now I know I’ve talked about the fact that I lived there before but I don’t know if I ever explained WHY I moved there. Basically, right after college I went on a trip with two of my best girlfriends and fell in love with San Diego, CA so much that I cried on the plane ride home because I didn’t want to leave. It just “called” to me. I can’t explain it as anything but a “knowing” you were meant to be someplace. That “knowing” feeling has guided me several times throughout my life. 

    Back to San Diego, I moved, got a job, made friends, had all sorts of ups & downs (all stuff for another time), & then one day logged on to Facebook to see my childhood friend Jen was LIVING IN SAN DIEGO!! So basically here we were, 2 single women in our mid 20’s at the time approx 3,000 miles away from our families and living in the small-ish beach community. It was kinda crazy. So we reached out to one another. And made plans…that just for one reason or another (I was a notorious flake for about 2 years when I was anti-smiling), didn’t materialize. But we kept in touch peripherally. 

    Skip ahead to my exit from CA. I moved home to NY following some pretty major health challenges and then had another run of some more tough times so to speak. It turns out, I wasn’t the only one. Jen, also had her share of unfortunate shitstorms to weather (pardon my French), but when you’ve been through as much crap as us gals, sometimes there is no term more apropos that that one. So it turns out, not long after I moved home, she did too, & I’ll let her tell you her story someday on here if she’d ever like. She’s a real hell of a gal, but it’s her journey and therefore hers to tell. Upshot is, we reconnected “properly” (& yet STILL have yet to do so in person), but it’s coming. And soon. But this time, not just for a meet and greet and a catch up talk. No we have some goals, & ideas. We have some “business to take care of” if you will. Secret business that only two amazing gals who have been as blessed as we have and have been given the chance to ease on down that yellow brick road together could take on. I for one am really excited. Because it’s not the “beginning of a beautiful friendship”…as they say in the movies…it’s the continuation of one that is just growing & changing & becoming even more awesome with every year that passes. We’re kindred spirits. Badass chicks. Scarecrow & Tin Man. And lifelong friends who were meant to meet and change the World together. That is not just “good stuff”, it’s “great stuff”.