June 11--the world rolls by beneath my left foot

It was a year ago yesterday that I left my old job and wandered off into the unknown. It was a good decision.

On that day a year ago, I preached at the little Franciscan church, and said something that someone liked. We talked after, and ended up going for coffee. It turned into a 3 1/2 hour conversation. She mapped out my life on a Starbucks napkin. It was a little surreal.

She lived in southern california at the time, but has since moved to sacramento and we have become friends. We talk pretty regularly. She seems to have a knack for figuring me out.

Last week when I called her she said, You thought about it for ten minutes before you called, didn't you?"

It was true--I did.

"Stop thinking", she said. "You need to do something that keeps you from analyzing everything to death. Maybe you should take up bike riding or something".

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A long time ago, someone on my friends list suggested I look at blakeh's journal. He was going through something similar with his girlfriend kamigirl25 to what I was going through with Arlina's illness, only he was able to write about it in a way I couldn't. I friended both of them and have followed their journey.

kamigirl25 passed away early this morning.