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So, yes, I AM grateful for the seven rejections I received in December and the two I received yesterday within fourteen minutes. I'm also grateful that the two pieces published in December didn't do well.
And Why?
We have had many, many years...so many...when family members have died in December. Or they've been dying in December. Or they've been waiting for medical tests to see if they're dying or facing a hellish year to avoid dying. Except for a seven-year-old who spent the evening in a pediatric ED waiting to see if he had appendicitis, we had none of that this year. And that boy discovered Captain Underpants while watching a CU movie while waiting for his test results, so he probably feels he got some gain from the experience.
So, if me taking a number of rejection bullets for the family meant I was able to change our end of the year experience, I am happy to have done it. And, damn it, don't anybody try to tell me that life is random, and all that rejection was meaningless, like life, and that I didn't make a meaningful sacrifice, because I did, I tell you. I am grateful. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
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