Our weekly game nights turned into monthly check-ins which turned into birthday texts and now we're all in our thirties wondering why we stopped making time for each other. Everyone says they miss it but no one actually picks a date and I think we're all secretly afraid we've outgrown each other.
More people experience this than they realize.
The group has confused growing up with growing apart, mistaking the end of automatic togetherness for the end of chosen joy.
“Where Are You with Birdwatching as practice?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.