Writer’s Fear

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At the age of 28, my party years are behind me.  I’m single, have no kids, and on occasion, tactfully blow off friends on the weekends to sit at home in seclusion.  “You’re wasting your life.”  A friend candidly said after I refused a party invitation (turns out a giant adult sized water-slide was ordered, perhaps a once in a lifetime opportunity).  So, the thought embedded itself, leading me to consider the possibility he was right.  Continue reading