Rejection

Rejection is such a painful word…and it can really demolish aspirations. For instance, I had an ambition to attend Graduate School, and as swiftly as I gained hope and dreams with the prospect of school, they were squashed like an elephant’s pinky toe grinding a peanut to dust.

I knew I was rejected before I even opened the envelope….it was too thin. Immediately tears sprang to my eyes after I pulled it from my mailbox, but even after I read the ol’ “we regret to inform you” sentence, the tears, surprisingly, never fell.

But reality still hangs in front of me, along with the looming question “what the fuck now?” What do I do with my life now? My dream job has been ripped from my hands. Moving cross county seems to be the next best option. A “fresh” start. But isn’t there some old wise man’s tale that your problems keep following you no matter how far you run? Well what if you don’t know how to confront those problems? What if I don’t know what do next? What if I don’t have a plan B? What now old wise man? I could certainly use a tale right about now for inspiration.

In my eyes the best option for advice was the internet. Can you believe that I actually googled “what to do when rejected from Graduate School?” I’m 100% clueless.