Rejected

Rejection hurts. It sucks. Bad. Big time. There is nothing new about that.

Recently, however, I have received a new kind of rejection and I have to say, it hurts almost as bad as the boy kind.

I apologize for the shock of news to anyone, don't be mad, I kept my jaw rather tight about it (I know, I know, it's rare, but it's still possible). Due to the bafflement and frustration of the 'are you kidding me's?' this has caused, public release feels necessary and that demands full disclosure. So here it all comes...

I applied to the Marriage and Family Therapy program at BYU last fall. It involved a mix of emotion and was a bit stressful, but overall I was really excited for the possibility of a new career path, one that could open new doors and really bring me a lot of joy. I wasn't delusion, it's a very small program, chances were slim at best. However, I wasn't prepared for the speed at which that rejection notice arrived...via email. That was surprising. After a sigh of disappointed, it was alright. I knew it would be a long shot and I wasn't planning to give up. I have time. Next year, we will try again.

Then...a few days ago I got a letter from the program. What is this, 5 months later? Perhaps someone dropped out and maybe there is still hope! No. It was rejection all over again. This time on official letterhead. I guess this was just the delayed 'official' rejection. I read the first three words and threw it in the trash.

Then...last night, another email. Log into you account to see your application results. I knew it was a trap, but I looked anyway. Sure enough. Rejection #3.

What have I learned from this? When it comes to rejection, one time - swift and thorough is best. For the love, please don't feel the need to send duplicates just in case. Also, it feels good to put rejection in the trash bin.