It’s been 65 days since my last full day of work.
Needless to say this has made me feel very low. All I want is to be able to provide for my family – my wife, my son, my dog, my nephews and niece, my parents, etc. I hear talk of all these wonderful things people do for vacation, or amenities they have for their house, or whatever, and I can’t help but feel jealous. I buy a frappe at McDonald’s and think to myself “Wow, I really shouldn’t be doing this,” and then I shame-drink the whole thing in ten minutes. OK, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the gist.
So suffice it to say when I recently sat down with a group of individuals for a second time who were interested in hiring me for a fantastic position, I allowed myself to get excited. It was a great job with a great company. Suddenly, all my recent struggles made sense – this is what my next move was, and the agony before was leading to this. I, of all people, felt optimistic, a rare occurrence. Life finally was starting to make sense.
And then it didn’t.
I received the same e-mail that I’d come to expect. “Thank you. We enjoyed meeting you, but we decided to go in another direction.” Heart…ripped. Confidence…shattered. Tears…falling. Although my wife would never tell me so, or ever feel it, I felt once again like I failed my family. And when you get a second interview and it doesn’t work out, all you can do is question yourself. What could I have done differently? Did I answer a question incorrectly? Did I not make enough eye contact? Did I pick the wrong shirt? I pored over all the little details, wondering where I went wrong. As low as I felt before, I hadn’t yet hit bottom. This was bottom. This is bottom.
I haven’t yet gotten over the sting of my latest rejection. The most recent time someone told me I wasn’t good enough. When you hear over and over that you’re not good enough either by an email rejection, or by a company that silently rejects you by never responding, you start to believe it yourself, no matter what everyone else says.
The good news is the free time lately has led me to start writing again. It’s a story I’m very excited about, something I began working on in the Fall, but has recently gained momentum with the extra time I have. I’m about 50% of the way through. It’s short, but powerful, and I think it has a real chance. You see, writing is the one thing I always feel positive about, even though I’ve never had real success here either…yet.
Before I started writing today, I pulled up an old file on my flash drive that I started a few years ago. It was a file titled “Bucket List,” a list of 25 items that I wanted to accomplish before I hit that deluxe apartment in the sky. I felt it was foolish to view this list; surely it would only depress me more as I’ve done nothing of value since the list started. But I was wrong. I crossed off three items. 3 out of 25 might not seem like much. But it’s the little things that keep you going. It was an unexpected boost of confidence that I needed this morning.
Families are great at times like this, rallying around you when you are low. My aunt recently relayed a message to my mom who passed it on to me yesterday. “The teacher is always silent during the test.” This statement really resonated with me, as I’ve been praying extra hard to God lately wondering what I’m supposed to do and not hearing His answer. So to my Aunt Susie, I thank you. I really needed to hear that.
I’m not sure what’s next, but even though I haven’t seen progress in my life lately, I’ve surprisingly made some, even if it is just 3 out of 25. If you’re feeling unmotivated or unproductive, I can honestly say you’ve probably made more progress than you think too.
I’m excited to write today. I’m excited to finish this story and pass it along to an agent who may feel about it the way I do. Hey, you never know: maybe these rejections are happening for a reason, and the person who says “yes” will be the one person who I never expected to say it.