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Nowhere to Go and Nothing to Do

As I sit here writing this, I find myself envying strangers.
Somewhere, I imagine, there’s a person working at a day job, who, once the day is done, will find themselves with nothing to do.
I think of somebody like that, and a little part of me wonders what that must be like.
Before I go any further, let me say the following things:

- I’m a writer and I love being a writer. - I do theater and I love doing theater. - I have a day job and I like my day job. - I stay busy and that’s my choice.
Okay, maybe we need to talk about the last one.
I think there’s a chance I might be addicted to being busy.  Although, I feel bad throwing the word “addicted” around the way everyone else does—“I’m addicted to coffee,” “I’m addicted to exercising,” “I’m addicted to various cheeses.”

(That last one is me.)
I do feel like…Well, how can I put this?

I feel like I’m becoming more and more aware that I have a finite amount of time on earth and during that time, I need to win an Oscar, have (and successf…