Know those people who are stuck in some place in time. Like, perhaps the nineties? Who really think that Melrose Place being on the air was the pinnacle of good times? That somehow they were part of that campy troupe of styling blondes saying drivel like “nothing like a cold chardonnay on a hot summer night” with zero trace of irony? Melrose Place is coming back…and I fear for those who think it will be the same. Because it won’t be. Not even close. The actors are different, the writers are different and here’s the kicker, like it or not, the viewer who’s been pining for its return is different. Our ten-year wedding anniversary is coming up on Friday. It has been a beautiful marriage with lots of laughter and love on the one hand and some pain AND growth on the other.

So it was with a LITTLE bit of a heavy heart that I decided to go back to the scene of the wedding reception. I was scouting a location for an event I was to be hosting.

I walked in the room with a slight bit of uncertainty...I didn't really know what to expect. Would I be greeted by the happy ghosts from 10 years ago…the jazz trio’s music wafting through the halls, the laughter and excitement that joyous occasion bring, along with the air of expectations for a perfect life?

In a way, I guess I was afraid to go back…because I don’t ever want to live in the past. And as I walked through the virtually unchanged space, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror that I fixed my complicated ‘do in 10 years earlier. I am no longer that young bride filled with dreams of how happily-ever-afters work.

And that’s good.

What I saw in my reflection was a different woman…still confident in the inherent goodness of the world, a steadfast believer in the power of positivity, and filled with a different brand of dream, but slightly more pragmatic, slightly more wrinkled and a hell of a lot more empowered.

And that is even better.

Our wedding day was a beautiful day. As is today. As will tomorrow be.

Different, and very very beautiful.