For two days back-to-back last week, it was not a good time in my household.
My two siblings and I had to face some hard rejection. Out of privacy, I won’t say what any of it pertained to. All I will say is that, in some way or another, part of our future plans had to be rewritten that day.
Rejection sucks.
It destroys hope. Which you did not realize how powerful that feeling is until hope is deflated like a balloon.
Once the shock leaves, you’re left feeling hurt, confused, and utterly lost.
I’m not going to give you some sort of cheesy motivation in order to “turn that frown upside down.”
I want you to do something else.
I want you to give yourself permission to feel.
Cry. Eat a carton of ice cream. Watch a sappy movie. Scream your frustrations. Sigh dramatically. Sleep.
And then. When you are scrapping the bottom of the carton with your spoon and the credits are rolling, there is only one thing left to do.
Pick yourself back up.
Turn on loud aspiring music.
And try again.
(I believe in you.)
