It was 6:00pm on a Friday when I received my first jolt of writerly rejection several years ago. Getting ready for movie night with my young girls, I was pulling out cozy blankets and popping popcorn when my husband walked in with the stack of mail in hand.
My eyes found it immediately — the large 9 x 12 envelope was flashing red, and screeching, “Warning, Will Robinson!” But, still, I grabbed for it.
As the final kernel popped in the microwave, I scanned the form, finding the “x” marked in the wrong spot — “Does not suit our needs” was the claim. I took a deep breath, and the smell of buttery temptation seeped in.
Except the popcorn no longer smelled so good. Curses.
I love the saying that goes something like, “A rejection is nothing more than a necessary step in the pursuit of success.” Or, maybe it’s the pursuit of loser-dom, but let’s not quibble about such insignificant details.
There’s really two ways of dealing with rejection: You can let it turn you into a quivering, gelatinous mass of self-doubt which is never again able to reform. Or, you can get kicking, and pop that loathsome wench of rejection into a blender to mix yourself up one heck of an energy concoction.
Peeps — I suggest you drink up.
My rejected story was eventually published in another magazine, and I thankfully came to once again love the smell of popcorn. (Yeah, it’s that good.) Most importantly, I learned to keep on keeping on.
There have been other rejections over the years, and I’m sure there will be more to come. I keep them all in my “folder o’ passes” nestled comfortably next to my “file o’ misfit ideas.” I choose to see it as a cabinet of possibility. I’m all unicorns and daydreams that way.
So, today, when pink is the theme, and rejection’s ugly glare may hurt a little worse than usual (especially if Cupid’s arrows aren’t around to give you a boost), I suggest taking out that folder of rejection slips. Those pictures of your ex. That report card of doom. Feel that little flame burning until you’re ready to get kicking.
And then pop some popcorn. Cuz’ eating popcorn makes everything better.
This post was part of Get Inspired Monday! — a series created to help you dig into your week and find inspiration in unexpected places. Note: I have some fabulous guest bloggers lined up for the coming weeks, and a possible contest. Stay tuned!
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