I got rejected today

I told a boy I liked him today - he didn’t feel the same way.

Ouch!

Today, I feel sad, I feel rejected, and I feel hurt.

But that’s just today. And you know what’s after today? Tomorrow.

And I know. I know that tomorrow, I’ll feel different.

I know tomorrow, I’ll feel happy.

I’ll feel happy upon the realization that rejection is protection from the Universe. That when I told the Universe the cosmic, earth shattering love I desired, she listened. She listened and she wouldn’t allow me to have any less.

I know tomorrow, I’ll also be proud.

I’ll be proud I had the guts to share how I felt, to share what I wanted, and for having the courage to walk away. I’ll be proud of the woman I’ve become — the woman that holds her self-worth where it belongs and feels secure in her choices, making decisions based off of what she deserves rather than the fear of abandonment. I’ll be proud.

You know what else I’ll be? Excited.

I’ll be excited that there’s space in my life, in my mind, for the things I truly care about, for the projects that bring fulfillment into my life, for the friendships that bring a deep love.

Tomorrow, I’ll also be wise.

I’ll be wise through the understanding that by living in this place of self-fulfillment, I will inevitably cultivate a high vibration, one that will attract the person that’s truly meant for me, that’s aligned with my desires and my highest self.

And of course, tomorrow, I’ll be confident.

I’ll be confident and sturdy in my belief, in my deep knowing, that the person that’s right for me is going to enter my life at the exact right moment, under the exact right circumstances, making it all make sense, causing an overload of gratitude for all the past rejections.

I can’t wait for tomorrow. To be happy, to be proud, to be excited, to be wise, to be confident — the tomorrow that will help me get through the sadness, the rejection, the hurt of today.

Artist’s Statement

I feel an abundance of gratitude to have found this means of sharing and working through my emotions — when I don’t want to talk, when I don’t want to journal, I can type and find solace in expressing myself creatively.