Rejection Is Redirection

Up until a couple of months ago, the thought and reality of rejection terrified me. I'd framed it as unpleasant failures that reflected my lack of certain criteria (i.e., not being good enough), which inevitably perpetuated my low self-esteem and worth. 

As I was lying in silence with my thoughts, three words ignited the inspiration for this piece: rejection is redirection. 

Being dumped from a romantic relationship out of the blue? Turns out it was a toxic relationship and I needed to open my eyes and wake up to the reality of what I was fighting for. Rejected from postgraduate clinical psychology? Turns out clinical psychology isn't the path I want to go down as I matured and understood myself more. Rejected by people who I thought were my friends? Turns out they befriended me to take advantage of my vulnerability, only to discard me when I said no. Plans got postponed? I used this time and energy to start my podcast and create cover art. Rejected from casual job applications? I ended up being part of an LGBTIQA+ theatre production instead.

The most important lessons for my maturity have not arisen from positive or joyous experiences, but the deep pain of being sucked punched by life, and in fact, not getting what I initially desired. It is from rejection that helped me learn to have self-respect and back myself, even if no one else does.

I've also noticed something fascinating. Some of the best things I've experienced in life so far come when I least expect it, and which I don't necessarily seek. It is in these moments that remind me I don't need to tunnel vision on chasing, particularly people who turn the other way, and instead, live life embracing opportunities that welcome me. That unexpected welcome of the present version of me is true bliss.