I wish now that I had been rejected. What an easy answer, what a solid "no." No choices. No expectations.
On some level, I knew I had to go. I had to leave. Or I'd be cursing myself now, cursing myself for never knowing anything, never doing anything, never trying. But now I'm trying. And it's one of the hardest things I've done. And I'm scared.
I'm scared now of expectations, and success and failure, scared of ambition, and the novelty of it all. And I wish for rejection.
Rejection isn't in your future. Bask in this.
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