i knew immediately i did not make the cut.
after i read the well-known rejection line, ‘we regret to inform you…’ i knew for certain.
you see, i’d prepared myself for this moment. although i believed with all my heart and soul and bones that i’d be offered a spot in the thirty member class, a piece of me knew not to give away all my hope.
hope would carry me away, completely. i’d lose the ground, be too high in the sky when my balloon popped, and i’d fall back to the hard ground as i realized my dreams were nothing but hot air.
i don’t feel sad. i don’t feel regretful. i feel only the sense that greater things are approaching, are stirring my insides. one dream, one goal, does not have to define your life’s outcome. one focus no longer contains me.
inside each and every person, there are multiple dreams. the stuff we are made of is not singular, not polarizing. alive in you are myriad opportunities for ultimate happiness and satisfaction. these are the materials we call dreams and aspirations. the stuff of livelihood and wonder. the stuff you are made of.
one school who didn’t agree with me on the subject of my potential will not stop me as it did in high school when colleges sent me nothing but rejections. i know my worth, i know my potential. as long as that information is understood and accepted, no one — no school — will reign in the brightness and tangibility of my greatest hope and dreams.
already new paths and curious paths have opened themselves up to me. and only because i am letting them. if the opportunity you believed wholeheartedly in does not, after all, materialize, refocus. reorganize and waste no time wallowing — YOU ARE AMAZING!.
simply reconfigure your approach. study all the angels. then gather your courage, your fire, your conviction — and charge the fuck forward.
no one will stop you if you believe hard enough.*
(*yes, this is some peter pan shit.)