I received a piece of mail today and was both excited and afraid to open it. It took me an hour to build up the nerve to actually open up the envelope. In my heart, I already knew what it would say because I already had the dream.
The verdict from my first grant propsal application was in. I did not receive one of the individual grants awarded. My heart instantly sunk into my abdominal area. I was disappointed and felt a small sense of failure. After a few minutes of self pity, I shook it off and was thankful for the rejection. I will learn from it and keep pushing.
I am a writer.
I will not drown in pity, sadness, or anything that will stop my creativity.
There are too many projects to be accomplished; too many books to publish; too many goals to reach. This is the first of many no’s. Keep it moving!