It's easy to get hung up on rejection. Even today, something that happened several weeks ago popped into my brain and stung my heart. It was an opportunity I really wanted, and one I almost got, and then there was a change of plans, and that changed my chance. And then I saw something about it on Facebook and in a second, my whole body said OW and WHY NOT ME and WTF.
In the past, I would've dwelled on that shit like hell. I would let resentment and jealousy and fear burn me up, spitting fire at every other thought and shredding my ability to be kind, loving, patient, creative or honest. I would get small, on purpose, because I felt smaller than I wanted to be. I would not want to come out of my hiding place of self-pity and poor me.
Now? I let it hurt. And then I let it go.
I remind myself that there will be more opportunities. I try to remember the feeling of abundance, and trust in the fact that while I may have gotten rejected, while I may feel sadness or confusion, I don't turn away from myself anymore. I find a place of contentment, of santosha, instead. Is it easy? Uh, no. No no no no no.
But I try.
For all of us, it takes something to shift our mindset from a place of pain to acceptance. For me, it was becoming a mom, and understanding that life can be simple and sweet like bubbles on a back porch with a little boy whose eyes light up in wonder. If you're feeling weary with rejection these days, stop tying yourself to every judgment, outcome, event and metric.
Practice contentment. You are more than those things, more than what happens to you. And more is yet to come.