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.
When it comes to compassion and kindness, I’m not convinced that us humans are the most evolved creatures on earth. Thank goodness we can learn from animals, like this Boston terrier and guinea pig. Differences, schmifferances. These two just know how to enjoy each other’s company. Can a world that has such pure joy really be all that bad?
Hey, gang. It’s Friday. And with it, it’s time for some let-your-freak-flag-fly-and-be-yourself kind of music. Here are three of my favorites. And if you’ve got some of your own, let me know by replying (with a YouTube link, if possible.) Because one can never have too much Friday music. And a world with all these crank-it-up tunes really can’t be all that bad.
Peace out, friends!
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It’s been quite rainy here in Massachusetts lately, and thus we’ve been seeing quite a few rainbows. I don’t know how they form, and I really don’t care. They never fail to amaze me. Why? Their color, for one thing. And then there’s their arc-like shape. Rainbows tell us that the storm’s over, and that the sun’s about to come out. Rainbows are like bridges, showing us how to get from one place to another. Can a world with such color–and possibilities–really be all that bad?
When a bank in Spain celebrated its anniversary recently, this is the gift it gave to its community. Like we are in the United States, Europeans are going through tough economic times. But look no further than the smiles on the faces of those, young and old, who were lucky enough to witness this impromptu celebration, and you’ll see the power of beauty, culture, and compassion. Could a world that produces Beethoven–and talented musicians who share his gifts–really be all that bad?
What is it about summer that makes curling up with a great book so magical? Whether you want to forget about the world–or find your place in it–nothing beats getting lost in a good book. And there’s no shortage of great summer reads to pick from. Can a world with so much to discover really be all that bad?
Far back as I can remember, green’s been my favorite color. In the immortal words of Kermit the Frog, it’s the color of the leaves, and so many other beautiful things. Think forests, parks, gardens, and the like. Can a world with this much green (and beauty!) really be all that bad?
Here’s a guy who dances badly–and he does it all over the world, encouraging people everywhere to join in. If you’re having a bad day, just play this, or any of his Where in the Hell is Matt? videos. The world may suck sometimes, but people like Matt prove that we still have our humanity.
Need I say more? Could a world with such cuddly creatures really be all that bad?
We expect flowers in yards and gardens. But don’t you love it when they pop on busy streets and squares. They’re an oasis of beauty amid all the hubbub. And they’re everywhere. All you have to do is notice them. Could a world with such simple delights be all that bad?