Carrie Fisher expressed an interesting concept in her show the other night. She said that everybody who’s not a celebrity fantasizes about being a celebrity like they’re staring through a bakery window and thinking “Oh if only I could have that – oh to be a celebrity!” While the celebrity is staring back out through that same window fantasizing about having a normal life. Same window, same longing looks staring out from both sides. Only difference is, the celebrity is the loaf of bread.

Not too long ago, from my married lady perch, I would see happy, busy, successful, single women seeming to be enjoying quite nice lives. I knew I wasn’t and would never be one of them. They all seemed so confident and independent. Had real girlfriends they would call up and go out with. Busy social lives with close one-on-one friends, as opposed to “couples”/friends, where both sides of both couples had to be compatible in order to do things socially.

As a brand new single, I’m suddenly starting to feel this real benevolent “pull” – like “Come on over to the other side!” All these single women are beginning to enter my sphere and they’re great and I’m like “Yeah!”

I have a birthday coming up and women I barely know have been extending invitations to take me out for my birthday.

It appears there is truly life on the other side of the window. Married was good. I think single’s going to be good too.

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