I haven’t exactly been myself lately. There is only so much rejection I can take. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve put up with more than my share of rejection over the years, but I never expected such overt rejection from family. There is just no way else to spin the decisions made.
Unfortunately, it is causing me to question everything, absolutely everything, even down to my parents’ attempts to help me find my footing again. This sounds awful, but I feel as though I desperately need to grow up, but have no way to do so. How can anyone be expected to be a truly independent adult when every economic opportunity is closed to her?
Damn it. I’ve always played by the rules. I deserve at least the opportunity to prove myself. I’m simply tired of fighting for every inch. At what point do I just give up?
Yikes ! Don’t give up!
Rejection is one of those terribly difficult, punishing elements of life that later on we realize shaped us into something better than what we were at the onset. I often tell my students that I had over 200 rejections from law firms before I found a placement in second year. But with each one, I was able to strength my motivation letter, think of other ways I could use my skills, other types of firms that might interest me. Years later, when I changed careers, that confidence busting experience helped me mold myself once more toward the direction I’m now heading. My mother always used to say when I was particularly down, “If it was easy, everyone would do.” You’ll find your niche. It’s just that nowadays many of us have to create it ourselves rather than folding ourselves into a preset profession. Just don’t give up. That’s the secret to all success in life. Bet on yourself, Lindsay. Sending you my best from Paris.