waiting, hoping
May 8th, 2006
No mail. Nothing. From the third choice school.
And when it’s this hard already, how am I going to keep it together for two weeks before the last letter? Stress is a funny thing, you keep yourself in piece to the last straw, but little things start to crumble. Returning emails, getting any work done, sleeping, all become difficult. Irrational fights. Hysterical crying. All flavour of past couple of weeks.
And when I say, that not getting in to school would be the best thing for me, so that I will put together a kick-ass portfolio, learn Dutch, and find myself a school in Holland next year…
I mean it. But right now, I just don’t feel it.
I will be fine… in a little while.
Dealing with rejection is something that we all struggle with, even when we are doing what we love. Especially when we are doing what we love. (wish jar tales)