The skins we shed

What’s it like to be the black sheep?

The odd ball?

The one that sticks out?

When actually you would rather just roll under the table

What’s it like to be naturally high

When everyone else feels low – either due to a hangover

Or some crap that they ate

What’s it like

To be part of something

Doing something

That many don’t understand?

The sober

Boring?

Outlander

In a world full of cool wine mum memes

Endless amounts of cheers 🍻

And people who love to sneer

At plant based eaters

What’s it like?

Oh

Well

Shit

It’s sometimes capitulating

It’s sometimes having a bit of dairy or fish just to make it easier on a menu when you’re out to dinner with loved ones

It’s being always aware – even as some get drunker and less kind and more kind of repetitive and boring

It’s tolerating

Accepting

That everyone is different

Just as we all have a right to be

It’s sometimes being quietly livid anyway

Because you’re sick of taking insults in the form of “advice” about your nutrition

From sick people

It’s being even and not breaking out in a tantrum when you would actually like to tell someone you love to “back off” because then, where does that get you?

It’s taking jokes on the chin

And turning within when it’s just a bit too much out there

It’s leaning on your own common sense

And intuition

It’s walking away, being quiet

And it’s character building

So

I wouldn’t have it any other way

Because

I’ve learnt more from being different and following my heart

Then I ever learnt trying to be the same

And in the end – neither path is easy

But I prefer the one I agree with

It helps me sleep deeply

Rise with passion

And in the end

You can never win

Because the way other people see you?

Is up to them

And the way you see yourself?

Well that’s the only thing that matters.

*and you get better at feigning deafness. Dropping grudges before they can weigh you down and realising – you can’t tell stupid anything.

Header photo – me 2015 outside the Great Northern pub in Winton. Having a cold beer. I still ate meat. All round normal person. I had travelled here with my brother on our bikes enroute (via the outback) to Cairns.

Sometimes I miss this chick. Then I remember – this woman had numbing chest pain that radiated down her left arm at times.

This woman couldn’t run out of sight on a dark night. This woman had a snarky defensive edge to her humour sometimes.

This woman cared too much about what others thought.

Mostly though I realise that this chick was just another skin I shed on the way to who I am now.

We all change.

And will do so again.

That much at least, is guaranteed.

And this post came from a post by another blogger Mitch who queried “who were you five years ago?”

When I went back I was astonished at where I was and even more so about who I am now. If I went back a further five years and then before that again it becomes even more surprising

So I’ll pass it on – where were you, who were you five years ago?

And where are you headed based on your present?

Do you like who you are now?

24 thoughts on “The skins we shed

  1. For myself each decade was a transition (sometimes good, others bad) a learning curve to who I am today, happy with who I am. 👏🏻✍🏻💙

  2. Five years ago, I was progressing steadily in becoming a published indie author. Now the pandemic has put us into lock-down mode, I no longer know what the future holds for me.

  3. In the past, I used to be much more Liberal in my views, but as time moves on I find that I am becoming more entrenched. As the insane happenings never seem to abate, I sit back and wonder and refuse to follow current ideological trends.

    • The minority is loud Len. I worry that the world is going completely bonkers all the time but then the people I speak with remain largely the same sensible people they have always been. I think it’s a mirage this madness. I chose to believe that anyway. It helps me sleep.

  4. Feeling this one my friend 🙌 isn’t it wonderful to know ourselves so well, embracing all our quirks and uniqueness. This poem defines what it feels like to embody it all, the I AM mantra rings ittruth bell all throughout this one👏

    • There seems to be more and more of it. Normalising and encouraging high level alcohol consumption amongst parents is not progress and it promotes the wrong message on how to handle stress. Wish there were more memes about “great it’s Friday – it’s been a crappy week so I’m going to go for a run and then cook a big family meal or let’s all go hiking in nature for the week-end. Or just candles and bath tubs and green tea time. Alcohol increases every single mental health problem. Sorry!! I shall now climb down off my soap box 😁 I just think it’s sad to see people thinking that this toxic substance helps when it actually erodes their inner wisdom further. Stopping. 😊

  5. I love this so much. It is truly incredible to look back on how much we have changed and examine what we could change in the present to get us to that most authentic self here and now. I have definitely shed a skin in the last five years since graduating college and being in the “real world”. I’m now examining what is and is not worth my energy and slowly trying to let go of my tightly-held perfectionism.

Leave a Reply