I saw a play recently that was absolutely lousy. Lousy. A friend of mine had auditioned for it a few months before and had been rejected. She had found this rejection quite upsetting. But the play ended up to be lousy! And she ended up having all sorts of neat experiences that she wouldn’t have had if she’d been in that lousy play! I want to go back in time to when she was suffering from rejection and give her a glass of champagne. Hoorah.
Rejection can be something to celebrate! I mean, hey, putting oneself out there is something to celebrate in itself. And who knows what that rejection will open up for you in terms of opportunity? My next rejection will be a celebration. Perhaps a glass of champagne. Or, even better, a trip to Coney Island.
