Rejection Is Redirection?
Why the fuck does it hurt so much...
I recently applied to a bookish opportunity and honestly thought I was a shoe in because I had already been a part of it previously and they had been sending me email after email reminding me how much they wanted me to continue on and be an influencer with them again so of course, I felt confident and hit submit..
BOOM.
“We regret to inform you”…well shit - I teared up a little bit and I am going to blame my recent IUD insertion having my body all out of freaking whack because a thug never cries.
Lets dive in though because I do nawt feel like unpacking this in therapy tonight - we have bigger issues (daddy) to unpack this week. Being rejected is not something that is foreign to me, I was rejected by my dad, I have been denied promotions, new jobs and many opportunities but this one, I just felt oh so confident that if they’re constantly reminding me to apply then duh, of course I’ll get it. Nah. Sometimes you aren’t the shoe in and sometimes other creators are a far better fit for the opportunity you feel like you deserve. If we’re looking at my recent contributions to the bookish space I would say, I am a mess of many ideas that can’t seem to come to fruition and because I get so frustrated over the mental block creating can cause I just tap out of it entirely which means a lot of my content is dead on arrival OR, I have so many great ideas I can’t quite figure out where to start so the overwhelming feeling stops me in my tracks. My content shows that and honestly, I can admit that I am missing opportunities because some might see my lack of passion in this current season and get nervous (i can hold myself accountable).
Yes, this rejection sucks and to be honest, I am sure I have a lot more where that is coming from but its also a nice reminder that I need to get my shit together and tap in and have fun again…ALSO, maybe just maybe this rejection is setting me up for something else…something glorious and something that fits me just right!