You know what sucks? Rejection. Even the word itself is ugly. All rough edges and pointy ends of letters that spell out the death of the dream you've carried for months. I guess it could be worse. I could have been carrying the dream for years. But maybe short months are harder. Because that means the dream was cut short. Given no time to even come to a boil. Killed off in its prime. But still. / I hate uncertainty. The fear of the unknown. The not-knowing. The wasted time just sitting around, waiting for the thing you fear most to happen...or not happen. You just don't know. And then when it does happen, you're angry because you realize that it meant more to you than you'd ever thought. "You don't know what you've got till its gone." Whoever said that was really onto something. I'd like to meet them and ask them what they lost to make them come to that place of wisdom. I hope someday I'm that wise. Wise enough to not fear rejection, because I'm wise enough to know that there will be other dreams. / There are other dreams. There are other places to dream. There are other people to help your dreams come true. You are strong. You are vibrant. You are teeming with dream-life, just waiting to be set free. So shake off your aches and pains and the dust you collected this weekend sitting around and being sad, and move forward. Because there's more.
Great post, Hannah. Insightful and *true.*
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