So, I had my I’m all that moment yesterday … but I also had my comeuppance. I came home to the news that I wasn’t accepted into a writing residency I’d hoped to attend this summer. And, while it’s true that I pretty much never expect to be accepted … this time was different. I thought I’d put together a super strong application, that the reviewers would be completely turned on by my submission and scoop me up with the quickness.
Yeah. Not so much.
I know it’s not as terrible as it feels. They get plenty of submissions. What I write isn’t going to appeal to everyone. I know. I get it.
The answer, of course, is to keep working, to keep pushing forward, keep submitting my work. I know that. I know it.
And I’m fine. I don’t even need to lick my wounds. I’m actually fine.
I’d been so looking forward to that gift of time. Hanging so much on having that time.
The thing is … I still have that time. Of course. What this rejection takes from me is that particular space. The time is still mine. So I keep my plan to take off from work this summer, and I create an at-home retreat … or I set up a replay of my 2012 DIY retreat, that beautiful gift I gave myself of two weeks in Tulum with nothing to do but write.
I already know these answers. There is always time to write. I just have to take it.
And move on to the next application, the next submission, the next.
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