I don't regret giving up. Everyone told me it would be better this way. If I was ever going to be anything, I would have been something already, but the only thing I'll be this year is 40. Emotional maturity was realizing that not only did I not have to prove my worth by creating anything, but that nothing of value would be lost to the world if I didn't. I've never had anything to say to anyone that they haven't heard a million times over in words more articulate than mine. I'm just going to decay and be forgotten and I'd rather accept that with dignity than keep frantically shoveling unwanted slop into the world.











