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Yep, I let it expire.

And I was on the fence till the eleventh hour.

I’m kinda mourning it this morning.

In my pursuit of writing as a career and not a hobby, and of picking my name, that RAELYNBARCLAY.COM was like a birth certificate.

The expiration notice, the one saying nothing can be recovered, sitting in my inbox this morning is like that phone call a loved one has passed.

Will there be regrets? Probably.

In the meantime, soldiering on.