Oh readers, I can hear you now. “Rejection is Fabulicious? PUH-leze.”
Well, I admit, I was rejected today. I’m a writer, and I almost got a really nice paying gig. I made it through two rounds of interviews where the client seemed enthusiastic. In fact. the last interviewer even told me the name of the “top-tier” person I’d be speaking with next–the last person I’d need to impress before everything was a go.
Then suddenly, and before I even met The Decider, I get this: “Thanks, but we’ll pass.” No explanation beyond that. Oy.
Now, I could be all frustrated and pissed at the universe. But I’m not. Ever since my rejection today, I’ve been thinking about that Sex and the City episode where Carrie discovers she’s been dumped–by reading Berger’s Post-it note. Cruel? Of course. But Carrie’s a survivor. She doesn’t mope. She goes right to her girlfriends for support.
At least I was rejected in person. They were polite, and I was, too. And at the risk of sounding cliché, maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.
So IMHO, rejection is Fabulicious, because if you look at it the right way, it won’t defeat you. It makes you stronger. Look at Carrie. She didn’t get her Berger. But she did eventually get her Mr. Big.
How have you handled rejection? Feel free to share in replies.