A number of friends have commented on how well they think I’m doing post-breakup. I appreciate that. I really do. Most days I feel like I’m handling it well. Other days I feel like a lost little kid. This stuff is hard. Dealing with rejection sucks. Heading into the unknown is scary. Feeling alone is unsettling.
But I see it as a choice. I could curl up in the fetal position and feel sorry for myself, or I could keep living my life. So I chose to live my life. I’m trying new things. And I’m making mistakes. A lot of mistakes. But I’m putting myself out there and making myself vulnerable. I’m getting hurt and I might be hurting other people, but I’m doing the best I can.
I recently heard someone say that only after you fall down, pick yourself up and try again can you achieve. Ultimately, I don’t want to coast through life. I want to go somewhere I’m proud of. So I’m somewhere between falling down and picking myself up on the road to achievement.
This is not the optimal time to set myself up for more rejection, but something I’d really like to achieve is becoming a freelance writer. I had a couple inspirational conversations with freelancers over the weekend. One thing both told me is get ready to be rejected/ignored. Yikes! Here goes.
Any advice? Please! Good mental health to you all.