I remember this episode of Sex and the City fondly. I felt just like Charlotte.
Before I met my husband (and likely after I watched this episode), I convinced myself that I was completely happy being alone. I don't mean to imply that it was some make-believe story I was trying to sell to myself. I really did like my life. I traveled a bunch, had a great group of friends, went on plenty of dates, which turned into great fodder for story telling. Years flew by, and I turned 34. Still single, I was certain that I would never have children, and I was ok with that--even though many people felt sorry for me.
As much as I wished to find a partner with whom I could share my life, there was something really empowering about growing up on my own. Over the past seven years I have spent with my husband, I have grown in ways I never would have imagined, but I wouldn't trade the years before 34 for anything in the world, especially since I had Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda to make me feel good about myself. I've been fortunate in that at every stage of growing up, I've really loved my life, and that balance has helped me to have no illusions of grandeur about being single or married. Both require a lot of work in order to be happy.
When I was young and had a more self-indulgent perspective on life, love, travel, and fashion, I spent hundreds of dollars on designer jeans and adorable dresses. Now that I'm a working mom, I don't shop as much, and I treasure the times that I get to toss on the Hudsons and a cute top and head out for dinner and that one drink (because I have to turn around and drive home to the burbs).
One Sex and the City episode that has really stayed with me is "A Woman's Right to Shoes". When it originally aired, I wanted to punch that bitch Kyra in the face. I revisited it in preparing to write this blog and wondered if my perspective had changed. Nope. I still think she sucks, for the exact reason Miranda points out--she is a bitch for making Carrie feel bad.