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This really hit home for me. When I was in my early 30's, I had a tight circle of girl friends I'd known since high school, one being my best friend since grade 8. At the time, I didn't think I was going to get married and wanted to switch my focus from partying to writing. I tried to communicate my intentions, not that I was dropping them as friends, but that I didn't want to go to parties all the time anymore. I'd still love to see them, but in smaller groups, or one-on-one. I was also (and still am) exploring a spiritual path. Writing and my spiritual path are deeply entwined.

My best friend dropped me like a hot potato. She was also the "party planner", so I didn't get invited to anything anymore. (I'm simplifying here, there was more nuance.) We moved a bit away to live in the country, but still drivable. I did keep up with my other friends, but had a feeling if I didn't reach out, those relationships would just fade. It was hard. But I also learned a lesson: there's a price to be paid for belonging. And it was a price I didn't want to pay. I wanted more depth in my life and writing has brought me that and so much more.

Now at retirement age, a friend was saying he'd miss his co-workers. I work alone, but I said, I have my writer friends. And I'm always making new ones! I'm still an unpublished novelist, but I can't imagine my life without writing. Or without my circles of writing friends. I still miss the old group. I actually saw them a week ago--including my old best friend. The effort is mostly mine, but they're always happy to see me and I enjoy myself. I also had to realize that it was me who changed and outgrew the situation.

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