As I hit 50, I came to realise that I'm no longer interested in having to keep attending events/parties/ meeting up with people who I consider acquaintances, not true friends, any more.
I have good friends of many years whose company I enjoy, but we can go months without seeing each other but then love catching up when we do.
I used to have the fear of missing out, now it's the joy of missing out, love nothing more than being at home with a good book.
Can anyone else relate to this?