We can pour ourselves in, give it everything we’ve got for days, months, years (!!) even, and still come up empty, or worse yet, get spit out, get rejected.
It happens. It happens all the time. We know the risk is there in everything that we do, be it a project or a relationship, but still, it hurts.
Rejection is a bitch. It’s a beast. It’s brutal.
Rejection can shut us down. It can make us stop trying (stop writing, stop creating, stop loving). It can make us turn inward and question and doubt everything about ourselves. It can leave us spinning our wheels, making it impossible for us to go anywhere but down – but, aren’t we there already?
As much as it hurts, as much as it stings, rejection does serve a purpose, because when viewed in the right light, rejection is a redirection. It’s a sign-post that reads “dead end” with a myriad of arrows around it pointing us towards an infinite number of other paths available on this journey.
No matter what direction we choose, so long as we accept and choose ourself, we can’t go wrong.