“Sometimes growth doesn’t look like becoming more—it looks like leaving behind what no longer fits.”

For a long time, I believed that outgrowing a friendship meant I had failed at it.

That belief took root early, at boarding school, where friendships weren’t just social—they were survival. We didn’t see each other for a few hours a day. We lived together. Ate together. Studied, slept, and grew up side by side.

There was no going home to reset. No space to retreat and recalibrate. Friendship wasn’t optional—it was the environment.

So when I later began to outgrow one of those friendships, …