On dealing with rejection (More self-reflection actually)

Did you know that every year seems shorter because you’re growing older? Think about it. One year seems forever to a 5 year old because that’s just 1/5 of their life. Now image that you’re 22 — hey that’s 1/22 of your life gone by, see how tiny that is in comparison?

Now all of that was just an elaborate segue into today’s topic: Rejection! Because let’s face it, life is too short to be hung up over it, unfortunately life is long enough to face a lot of it. Especially if you’ve been like me in the last few weeks and have looked like this trying to find a fall internship/job:

Accurate depiction of me

Contrary to what Time magazine likes to think about our generation — I’ve been keysmashing my way through websites looking for things to apply to, then readily applying to said things, and then playing the waiting game of: “Will they care enough to send me a rejection email?” Fortunately for me, I have received a few polite rejections (Easing one anxiety) but more silence from other avenues of possible employment (Oh no more anxiety!) — it creates an unfortunate loop but…

… It’s something I’m used to, as well. And something that I have come to expect as I diligently keep a look-out on all the things I can apply for.

Because let’s face it: We all have our fair share of disappointment, and unfortunately that’s just how it works. Unless you are incredibly lucky and fortunate, things in life don’t always pan out the way you expect or want them to.

You might shrug your shoulders, or you might want to rip your diploma in half because it hasn’t gotten you anything, it seems, or you might want to snuggle up with a tub of ice-cream and watch Netflix all day.

And that’s fine. We all cope with rejection differently; honestly do what you gotta do to make you feel better.

Of course, in the wake of such unfortunate outcomes the expected “It’s all okay/Things will work out/It might be better this way anyway” comments from friends and family aren’t that comforting to the newly rejected. Shut out of a job that would have been perfect? Or maybe that school you’ve always dreamed of going to? Yeah, no, being told that “It will all work out” just doesn’t cut it sometimes. Thanks I’m gonna go and chuck back some more raw cookie dough. (How about I put that on my resume)

And I think this all stems from the thought process that the reason you were rejected was because you do not deserve a job.

That tends to be the first response: I failed to appeal to these people therefore I am completely unwanted — yep, that seems to be the common train of thought when there’s no response for a week or two.

Another accurate depiction of me

Or well, it’s my train of thought — and I do suspect I’m not alone in having moments of confidence (Aw yeah look at all that experience I racked up, look at all the skills I have) suddenly shut down because of lacking results (Wait what it wasn’t enough?!).

Which is all fine and good, you know, but remember? Up top? Life is too short to spend hung up over one failure — for some of us, we just have to keep swimming through it. 

For some of us it won’t be an easy matter of what we want and what we need falling from the sky — life doesn’t play fair, you know.

And that’s fine.

One door closes, you try another. And keep trying.

It might help to find a support group, or a cheering squad of friends/family that have got your back – to listen to you vent when it doesn’t work out. And if not — well, there’s someone out there on the Internet cheering you on from her own corner; I know the feeling all too well right now.

But it’s not the end — this is, after all, a teeny tiny portion of your life. There are always doors — maybe not the ones you thought would work, but they are there and you can try, that’s all anyone can really ask for.

So  keep trying after there’s a door slammed in your face; brush yourself off with a tip of your hat, maybe go over your resume again and ask for advice on that cover letter of yours, and try again.

Even if it takes fifteen, or fifty, applications and an interview or two — keep at it.

Because you’re inching over to 23 soon and sure, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you, but you can save yourself some precious minutes when you come to accept that hey — you were rejected, but you’re still a living, breathing human with a spark in your eye and the determination to do something.

And the road is long, and there are many doors to try left.

So — let’s continue on and see where the path may lead!

Most accurate depiction of me

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