Rejection is Redirection (or whatever tf)
Maybe failure is success that takes a little longer.
When my eyes crept open at the crack of dawn on Monday morning, a statement built real estate in my mind and proceeded to be the theme of my week.
It’s time to move on.
Of course, I had no idea what that meant on that day.
Just as the seasons change right on time, the apartment gets packed when the lease is done, and older generation iPhones glitch weeks before the latest is released, life alterations are constantly happening.
On Monday, I was hit with a [heavier] rejection, quickly followed by a big win. Did the win make said rejection less bitter? Slightly, but if it wasn’t for that Kevin Gates quote “But they say when you change yo[ur] perspective,” I can’t confidently say I would’ve been able to manifest the sweet treats of life that the rest of the week granted me.
In fact, my positivity manifested the new Kendrick album. You are all welcome.
By Tuesday, I was tending to three clients, [still] proofing a book, editing a YouTube video, teaching a spin class, and eating my third Whole Foods Christmas cookie of the two-day week.
Wednesday was the same except opportunities were presented to me that I ~genuinely~ never thought would exist.
I am so sorry for being cryptic, but things go my way when I am, so just… accept it, please.
Since Wednesday, a few (10) rejection emails have been sent to me, but my path feels less foggy. Part of this feeling certainly stems from my skin clearing up, my body being tea (but it always is), and realizing moving on from failure is one step closer to success.
And authenticity.
And self-esteem.
And self-trust.
My darkest days were when I couldn’t trust myself to pull through tough times, figure out an alternative route to my dreams, or turn nothing into something. And I mean that in the most modern-day hunter-gatherer way possible. The time it took to get to this level of resilience was imperative, but now I know there’s no magic level one gets to where this skill is no longer needed.
Every rejection and acceptance has led me to this exact moment. I choose to believe that wasn’t for no reason. And there’s no way in hell I’ve come this far just to come this far. This week, I realized my best self is probably greater than in my imagination, and the only way I’ll meet her is to let go of how things are “supposed” to be.
Now, it’s Sunday. Business is going well. Love life… well, I would rather it be non-existent than cause my extinction. Body? Tea. Mental health? Stronger than it’s been all month. Confidence? Otherworldly. Limits? Fictional.
I didn’t mean to take you guys to church like that. It’s just that I turn 27 in just under 90 days—and I am NOT entering a new year the same way I came into this one.
Let me leave you with this: things only go as planned 2% of the time—and that might be generous. Hang on to the dream but let it show up differently. It could very well be better.
P.S. There are open discussions every Tuesday and Friday in the chat. We talk shit, share wins, and release things so we don’t have to carry them in real life.
Transparency is so true and yes God is with you now enter back into his gates. He is waiting for you. Life is hard but you have stood the test and continue to go through it fighting.