Oh hey there. Me again. The one who said she would write for the sake of writing. Oops! So we never got formally introduced. I’m Heather. Sup! I am just your average girl, approaching the scandalous “menace to society” age of 25….THE HORROR!!!
So anyways. Maybe now that someone knows my secret identity I can be a little more faithful in this writing stuff. Now that we have all the random details ironed out…
This looks like an awesome announcement in which I tell you all that I just got accepted into the U’s MBA program and I plan to run for president in the next election, also I probably have my life together and know what I’m doing.
(Does anyone know the answer to that? Please share)
Unfortunately it is not a picture of any of these things. I did apply for the MBA program! But they turned me down. I did think running for president was a brilliant idea to avoid paying rent for a few years! But then I found out Donald Trump was in the race (who would clearly bribe my millions of followers with Chick-fil-A sandwiches that he bought…summoning my loss of course). I thought I would have my life figured out by now! But I totally don’t!!!
Steve Maraboli said: “Every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.”
Rejection doesn’t feel that great when it comes in a fancy, signed letter. It makes you think – Hey…maybe they are right! I am totally not that great in comparison to what everyone else has to offer! I am just ordinary and basic and that should be okay! This piece of paper proves it!!!
But what if that is not who I want to be? Our Heavenly Father doesn’t create ordinary works of art. Have you ever seen just a standard sunset? I haven’t. Each is different. Each is extraordinary. Sure, some paintings take longer than others to get just right. But my artist is the best of the best. So today I’m taking a little leap of faith and rejecting the rejection. I am better than scores on a paper. I am better than whatever that weird interview was (conversation with a stone-cold wall, anyone?) I am better than someone telling me NO.
And something good is coming. It’s just on the horizon, peeking over the hill off in the distance. I’m not giving up without a fight. I’m lacing up my shoes and pulling up my big girl panties today and facing this one head on. Meanwhile, the artist is mixing up some masterpiece colors….keep watching! Some happy trees might show up soon :)
XOXO – Heath