Got my first rejection of this round of submissions: from The View from Here. Boilerplate. It’s not fun, but it’s all right.
Fun would be something along the lines of We love it, we love you, please send more, we’ll print every word you write from now until infinity and we will love you forever and you will always be our Perfect Princess Precious Darling.
Fun and reality are not so much overlapping today. In this venture. In others, well, there is time for overlappage to occur. The day is young.
This is where faith comes in, at least according to Thoreau:
“I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. . . . In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness.”
And besides, I could always use a little practice in acceptance. Why not accept what is, instead of wishing it were something else? Today, this is what is. Tomorrow, who knows.
You see how I talk myself into things: If I get it, I get it. If I don’t, I don’t.
In the meantime, there are plenty of opportunities for rejection and practicing acceptance on the horizon: