I recently sent off some submissions to several literary publications that I really enjoy. This morning, I received a form rejection in my email- a “thanks but no thanks” sort of thing from one of them.
I read it over several times and waited to feel something. I expected to feel a little wounded, maybe even dejected. Strangely, I was delighted to realize I didn’t feel that way at all.
Sure, I’m disappointed, but really I️ feel pretty good: proud that I tried and energized to try again. I might not feel this way after a hundred rejections, but for now, I’m okay.