Have you ever feel out-of-place? I have. Recently actually. I went to my former employment’s Christmas party. I was looking forward to meet my former co-worker and was very excited to share with them but the moment I set foot in there I felt completely out-of-place. We don’t have anything in common anymore. There was nothing we could talk about besides really bothersome small talk. Working mothers were the worst because they make me feel like a failure for having “deserted” work even if it was a dead-end job and one I loathed. If only I were able to transform my feelings into a killer writing. I don’t care if it’s a poem, a short story, or a novel. Thus those feelings would be worth having.