My friend named Rejection...

Rejection for me has never been a stranger; but somehow always an unwelcome friend with unexpected blessings. For the past 6 months, I attempted to reenter the academic world to pursue my Master Degree in Sociology. I applied to 5 state universities all the way from Arizona to Virginia and from Southern Illinois to Texas. As you can tell, I am not a fan of the cold. So I purposely stayed away from Northern colleges. I finally received my final rejection letter in the mail just last week. My graduate pursuit has finally come to an end.

Rejection for me has never been a comfortable experience; but I'm learning to not fear it as much as I used to. I've experienced rejection in every area of life; but each time it surprises me to discover I'm still breathing & that I'm quite happy with life after the rejecting experience.

So my conclusion is to risk experiencing rejection even more than ever. Now, that is a pretty bold statement for me to type out even more so to act out. However, I really can't think of any past moments where rejection totally made me regret risking in the first place.

So here is to mass quantities of future rejections. Because my optimistic mind tells me the more I risk rejection, the more probable I will sometime experience sweet success & glorious victory!