As a wee girl I had grand fantasies of being in the spotlight. At first I thought I’d be a famous ballerina, then a famous jockey, then the President of the United States. I wasn’t sure how it would happen, but I always wanted to be seen. I dreamed of being cast on my favorite sitcoms and variety shows, and before I was old enough to try out for the community theater I was staging productions in my basement. As the producer, director, set designer, lighting and sound technician, it’s hard to believe I also found time to star in the show! 40 years later and I’m still striving for that light. Now I’m a bit more pragmatic and recognize my strengths and outsource my challenges, but the fact remains, my Apollo stars, sitting smack dab below my ring fingers urge me to embrace the spotlight. Still, I grapple with that. I mean, even writing this now I’m wondering, “will they think I’m just a diva?” “Are people going to grumble and toss out the paper because they think I’m simply out for myself?” You see, here in America we have this weird love-hate thing with celebrities. Celebrities are the most obvious incarnation of those with strong Apollonian energy, but certainly that energy isn’t dormant in those of us who are not on the cover of People or Us magazine. We love celebrities because we love to imagine their lives – jetting off to the Italian coast whenever you need a break; wearing the most fascinating clothes, and my personal favorite – eating at some of the best, most innovative restaurants in the world! We hate celebrities because we think they’re full of themselves or unaware of what it’s like to be “regular” or because we’re jealous and don’t know…