If you haven’t faced rejection, you haven’t lived.
Is there an art to handling it well? Rejections come in so many forms. Getting let down easy (which should really be “easily” for all you grammar freaks). Abruptly. Cruelly. Regretfully. Sweetly.
The art of the rejection process comes in the reaction to rejection. We in the writing nonsense – wait, I mean business – usually don’t have to endure all of our rejections in the public eye. So we can scream obscenities, cry for hours, rant and rave and throw books, or elect to do whatever we choose from the menu of the intolerable results to our lifelong dreams being devastated, disposed of, puked on, or slashed like new tires in a bad neighborhood.
Personally speaking, I haven’t mastered the art of rejection. Nope. Not even close. My not-so-perfect retort to past rejections has been to eliminate the possibilities of receiving more of them. Works perfectly. Don’t apply for them – or for reinforcement – and you won’t receive them. Simple.
However . . . you know what that means.
Lord, what can I say? I’m desperate for you. Always. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.