Wow. I give up. First time since we started our deb year last September 1st that I can’t think of a thing to write. I’ve started and erased three attempts to say something funny or meaningful or something about this week’s topic: rejection.
Not happening’. I even emailed Lori, Natalia, Susan, and Heather — told them I had nothin’. They probably didn’t believe me. I’ve cried wolf before.
Maybe it’s not so much that I have nothing to say about rejection as that I don’t want to say anything about rejection. I’m kind of done with it for now. We all know that when you enter the book biz, rejection becomes your kind-of friend.
Some friend, right? I don’t buy into rejection as a meaningful form of growth or some other optimistic way of looking at it. Rejection is what it is. It hurts, sometimes more, sometimes less, and we gotta deal. That’s about it.
Maybe my attitude about rejection means that I finally don’t take it all that personally anymore. That’s good. I can deal with the hurt — I don’t even take the emotions personally. If that makes sense.
Here’s what I say about rejection: I have finally come to understand that age-old adage: “This too shall pass.”
What’s your pithy takeaway about rejection?