So, being an artist (specifically, a writer), you find that more times than not, you will have to deal with rejection.
And I'm writing this post to shed some light on why rejection inspires me.
Now, I'm going to put it out there, I was rejected from a major arts organization, one that-for some reason, in the back of my mind-I was nervous about, and felt insecure. I sent in all of my non-fiction works that, in my opinion, displayed some of the most painful and heartfelt moments in my young life as of now.
So, the shock of recieving a letter that I started screaming and jumping when I saw, and finding it as a whopping rejection of all three pieces..It put me in a bad place.
Before you jump to conclusions, I didn't resort to extreme measures and hurt myself or burn my portfolio or something. I did something worse.
I doubted myself.
I sat in my room for hours, poring over the fact that someone rejected what I plainly considered my heart and soul. It was writing that I cried over as I wrote. It was writing that forced me to go back and retrace the places where I had to grow up, where childhood just kind of stopped for me and would never be the same.
And it was rejected.
Now, this isn't the first time I've been rejected. But to be rejected from a place I so badly wanted to win made me realize a few things.
Midst my tears and heartbreak and self doubt, I had a sort of revelation. And it's something I want everyone to understand.
First, I had to realize that the reason we don't get things, or we are rejected, is plainly to see whether or not we have the strength to accept the challenge of accepting ourselves. I realized, little by little, that my self worth or my talent should not be measured on such subjective terms. I, we, all of us who have ever been rejected need to see that at the end of the day, we are the only people whose products matter most to them.
There is a power in everything we say or do. And I intended to use it.
That weekend, I sent out almost every piece of unpublished work to any literary magazine I could find.
Now, I want you to try it too. Every single time you have ever been rejected, don't take it as an insult. Take it as a challenge to prove them wrong.
And prove yourself right.
xoxo
Dalia
And I'm writing this post to shed some light on why rejection inspires me.
Now, I'm going to put it out there, I was rejected from a major arts organization, one that-for some reason, in the back of my mind-I was nervous about, and felt insecure. I sent in all of my non-fiction works that, in my opinion, displayed some of the most painful and heartfelt moments in my young life as of now.
So, the shock of recieving a letter that I started screaming and jumping when I saw, and finding it as a whopping rejection of all three pieces..It put me in a bad place.
Before you jump to conclusions, I didn't resort to extreme measures and hurt myself or burn my portfolio or something. I did something worse.
I sat in my room for hours, poring over the fact that someone rejected what I plainly considered my heart and soul. It was writing that I cried over as I wrote. It was writing that forced me to go back and retrace the places where I had to grow up, where childhood just kind of stopped for me and would never be the same.
And it was rejected.
Now, this isn't the first time I've been rejected. But to be rejected from a place I so badly wanted to win made me realize a few things.
Midst my tears and heartbreak and self doubt, I had a sort of revelation. And it's something I want everyone to understand.
There is a power in everything we say or do. And I intended to use it.
That weekend, I sent out almost every piece of unpublished work to any literary magazine I could find.
Now, I want you to try it too. Every single time you have ever been rejected, don't take it as an insult. Take it as a challenge to prove them wrong.
And prove yourself right.
xoxo
Dalia
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