I’ve recently learnt a lot about the phrase and practise of “shedding skin”. The idea of getting rid of things or people that you feel are toxic or bad for you. The principle of: “you need to let these people go or you will suffer because of it”. And I’ve done my fair share of it, most of it in the last 12 months.
Many of my closest friends that I attended high school with did not accompany me to my college (which is the equivalent to the last 2 years of high school in America. It’s not University.). And I made the decision to travel 40 miles every day to go there because I knew if I stayed in my home town, I’d never leave. Sounds melodramatic but I’m flighty and flaky and get bored easily. Quick personality summation there. You’re welcome.
But back to my point (See? Flaky. Distracted. Damnit, Jess.) the whole shedding skin thing. When I left my old school, I knew I would lose some friendships. It’s impossible not to. There are many friendships you only have because you see each other five days a week (and yes, I saw that on a Minion Facebook post too). So I was prepared. I said my goodbyes, I made sure to keep in mind those who I wanted around.
I have just completed my first year at college and let me tell you, a lot of unexpected shedding occurred. A lot.
I drifted away from those I expected to stay close to, for no reason other than forgetfulness. And others went out with… more of a bang, shall we say. And I’m still learning the art of shedding skin. Of regrowth after shedding. (Ew. Regrowth.)
Because the hardest part is thinking “Should I really have done that?” “Was that person meant to stay in my life?” “Did I make the right decision?” Because no one tells you whether you’re heading in the right direction with the decisions you make. There’s no green light or thumbs up sign that shows you that the person you just dropped out of nowhere or the number you just called for a catch-up is the right one. That’s the scary part, for me. I don’t know about you.