I could tell you I'm not sulking today, but chances are you wouldn't believe me. You're no fool. Rejection is not easy for anyone to deal with at any age, in any field. Whether it's in work, love, or writing, being told that you just don't quite make the grade "stinks on toast with a twist", as my friend Maggie used to say. I had the shopping spree planned for the new wardrobe! And it was going to be really cute. Sigh. Back to the drawing board.
What is interesting and heartening is the support that has been springing up from unexpected sources. Friends on Facebook have been wonderful, of course, but I have been getting phone calls, offers of lunch, and (my favorite) a comment on this page from someone I've never met. People are basically very kind and caring. Don't believe what you read in the papers (or see in the Vice Presidential debates). The fundamental purpose of life (at least according to me) is to help one another get through the tough bits, holding hands like kindergarteners on a field trip, until we get to the end. If somebody falls, you pick them up. And as long as we don't all have our breakdowns on the same day, this system works pretty well. A friend of mine who recently lost her wonderful husband much too soon, and whom I've been trying to encourage and comfort, sent me an e-mail last night that said, "You may not have 'a job' but you are certainly doing important work," and I was very moved by that . It is more important than getting a particular job. Still, there are those pesky tuitions that need to be paid, so I suppose I'd better stop sucking my thumb and get back to work figuring out what I want to be when I grow up ...as if!...and sending out resumes.
To all the kind people who are sending love and prayers my way, I feel them. And when you fall down on our "field trip", I'll be there for you, too, with an outstretched hand.
What is interesting and heartening is the support that has been springing up from unexpected sources. Friends on Facebook have been wonderful, of course, but I have been getting phone calls, offers of lunch, and (my favorite) a comment on this page from someone I've never met. People are basically very kind and caring. Don't believe what you read in the papers (or see in the Vice Presidential debates). The fundamental purpose of life (at least according to me) is to help one another get through the tough bits, holding hands like kindergarteners on a field trip, until we get to the end. If somebody falls, you pick them up. And as long as we don't all have our breakdowns on the same day, this system works pretty well. A friend of mine who recently lost her wonderful husband much too soon, and whom I've been trying to encourage and comfort, sent me an e-mail last night that said, "You may not have 'a job' but you are certainly doing important work," and I was very moved by that . It is more important than getting a particular job. Still, there are those pesky tuitions that need to be paid, so I suppose I'd better stop sucking my thumb and get back to work figuring out what I want to be when I grow up ...as if!...and sending out resumes.
To all the kind people who are sending love and prayers my way, I feel them. And when you fall down on our "field trip", I'll be there for you, too, with an outstretched hand.
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