I started off the morning with a little bit of dread and a lot of self pity. While I've embraced my single status, a bit of envy always creeps in when I'm heading to meet a married friend. That's what I did this morning. I ventured off into the jungle of New York to meet up with an old friend who had a baby a few months back. I worried I wouldn't be enthusiastic about the baby and that she'd speak of nothing but her precious little one. Having a precious little one seems so far away from where I am. I've feared greatly that life would change once my friends were married and I'd be left in a heap of ashes, alone and terribly bored.
Nothing could be further from the truth. As we headed through the streets of NY, I munched on Waldorf salad at abc kitchen and then had dinner at a pub in Gramercy with her. I thought the birth of her child would create a great divide, that life would be different and that we'd be planets rotating around the same sun but light years apart.
As I walked towards the train and headed back to the burbs of Jerz, I realized something. On the surface our lives appear to be different. She's married with a child and I'm single with a career but in the end we're both looking for the same thing: to be happy with what we have and to let go of what we don't have.
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