Today, was a day for rejections, three in total. Two lots of writing rejected and one job application.
Apparently I am overqualified for the job. I didn’t really want it, but it still hurts a little.It was merely a nod in the right direction, a sort of indication I suppose to my husband that I am trying at least to earn my own money, that I do not intend to be dependent on him forever. I am actually quite happy to be pottering around at home, doing the odd bit of housework, yoga, writing and meditation. It is a good way to live but I know it cannot last forever, with three children fast approaching university age we do need to increase our family income.
I have no delusions about earning a living as a writer, but it is a good way to while away the time. Maybe it is too soon for me to be embarking on another dream so soon after crashing and burning. I am not quite as strong as I thought. I have, I will admit, been disappointed over the past year at the rejections but kept ploughing on figuring that I was only beginning the journey and there would be many more to come. But two in one day is a first and in conjunction with a rejection from my first foray in to the real world bowled me over.
Tonight I am wallowing, eating cake and chatting to a friend on Skype. Tomorrow I shall pick myself up, dust myself down and carry on.