It always seems to me like knowing what you want will make things so much better. And yet, once you get there – no matter how long THAT takes – you soon find that knowing what you want is more like a first step in a process. And getting there is the real nightmare. I remember in my 20s when I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. If only I could figure it out, I reasoned, then everything would be so much better. I ached to be rid of the quest to figure out what I wanted.

There were some great posts about friendship in the BlogHer Sex & Relationships BlogHer Blogs this past month! And what I really love about these posts is that they feature practical advice and tips. For example, MaryanneLive asks, "Got Friends?"

The thing about unrequited love is that it makes such a great story. Just this past month I became obsessed with “Eastwick” – Which features, among other things, an opening storyline of unrequited love in a local newsroom. Of course, Will St. David returns Joanna Frankel’s love. That’s half the fun in Fiction Land. Two people who are crazy about each other – or will be once somebody finally says something. Ross and Rachel from “Friends” come to mind, too.

I was reading the comments on some post about the David Letterman extortion situation the last time I read it. I didn't bookmark where, but it was your general run-of-the-mill stereotypical comment about how women are attracted to money and power. That always gets me thinking, because this gen-x girl just flat out doesn't get it. And today, I'm going to go one further. Thinking about it, I realized that I find money and power, UNattractive.

I honestly wasn't sure what it would be like to be back in South Florida for my 20-year high school reunion. During film school in North Florida and for years after I moved to L.A. I struggled with horrible homesickness. Right before the reunion it had finally dulled, but I wondered if finally taking a trip home would bring it all rushing back. Which I was pretty sure I couldn't bear. And what would my friends be like? Grown-up. So many married. So many houses. So many with children.