Following up on age 19. I’m not sure I fully conveyed what the grief was about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Farrier School was my first taste of belonging and independence. When farrier school ended in fall 1982, everything I’d learned and experienced started fading immediately. Todd left to start freelancing. I was the only student that didn\u2019t continue using their new skills.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next semester at OSU meant the belonging was gone, instructors were gone, and the skill went dormant. My college friends were still around, but I knew our time was temporary. The forced move to Wisconsin was coming fast – I couldn’t stop it, didn’t want pre-vet, was still missing my farrier school experience. The looming move poisoned the whole spring. I was so soaked in the grief, I don’t know how I made it through that semester. An emotional spring, transition right into an isolated summer 2,000 miles away: no money, no friends, just sitting in the house waiting for classes to start. My toolbox was stowed in a back corner, starting to rust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Later, Farrier Science did get swapped for rock climbing, the next thing I was good at. For a while.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How do you learn to say goodbye to old versions of yourself?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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