This week I picked up a rejection letter for something I applied for on a whim. I felt disappointed for a moment, and once that moment passed, I got over it. When I was talking to my roommate last week about everything that was going on, she mentioned how eventually one might become numb to rejection. And I think I’m realizing I have, but not in a bad way. I hate using the word rejection because it has such a negative connotation when in many cases, the outcome you get is what is meant to be.
I truly believe everything happens for a reason, that God has a plan and you need to just trust the process. When I say I am numb to rejection, I mean that when rejection comes my way, I take a moment to feel it and then say: “Okay, that’s over. What’s next? What else is coming?”
There are so many opportunities out there, so many possibilities, and dwelling on what didn’t “work out” disables you from seeing the higher Good that is coming.
Below you will see a subject poem I wrote based on this idea:
Torn open with excitement,
Then apart in frustration
I am diminished to tiny paper squares
But I endure the pain,
They don’t deserve this.
The feeling of teardrops
Is one all too familiar
Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
A dream,
Halted.
Filled with carefully chosen words,
My readers bite their tongues
In a way I despise:
“We are unable to offer you a position,
Though we appreciate your interest
Thank you for coming.”
Yet I am not the villain.
The news I bear
Is simply misunderstood.
I know the disappointment I induce
And alleged end I infer,
But please don’t read between my lines,
Searching for answers
Instead of asking me,
“What went wrong?”
Look up and ask,
“What’s next?”
Darling,
This just wasn’t it.
Something better is coming.
The Universe is preparing you for more.
Good things are on the way :)
Sam