|old picture of a "boo" face I don't have bangs right now- though seriously considering them|
Step 1- I cried.
No choice in the matter really...it was something that I was really hoping for and it didn't come through. So I had my own little private pity party and had a good cry. (and once that was over, I told my husband so that he could feel sorry for me and join my pity party once he got home from work)
Step 2- I closed the books.
As I mentioned, I had a calculus test later that week and had some studying to do- which is hard and can be an exercise in frustration because I find calculus hard. I just wasn't in a place where studying would be effective or that studying was even remotely a part of what I wanted to be doing. So I took the evening off. Sure- studying that night may have helped me get a slightly better mark, but I ended up doing just fine on the test (take THAT stupid university that rejected me) and I definitely needed that evening off.
Step 3- I looked for the silver lining.
Since one of my goals this year is to remain positive no matter what life throws at me, I started to look at what the good things about not being accepted into the program. It means I'll have a "real" salary next year instead of a student salary and it means we might be able to buy a condo instead of continuing to rent. There is an important family event happening in October and not being in school means it is more likely that I'll be free to be there. It also means I won't stress myself into a pile of craziness as I try to adjust into full time student life. It still sucks to get rejected, but there are some good things about not going to school.
|These are bachelorette party shots, not drowning my sorrows shots. I did not drink this much, don't worry|
Yes, that's right- I drowned my sorrows in a big ole glass of wine and I stand by that decision :)
Step 5- I told people.
Misery loves company and telling everyone means that they are all there to support me. I've often felt like a giant failure when things haven't gone my way and have been almost afraid and embarrassed to tell people. Maybe it is a sign that I'm an adult that telling people sucked only because it meant that I knew they'd be sad for me, not disappointed in me. Plus, telling people leads to more of Step 4, because we all love to drink our failures away :)
|The post-it speaks the truth|
Why make the decision to be miserable about it? I still have to finish this calculus class and I had to take the test. I had a conference presentation to do on April 4th. I have projects to do well at work. I have races to run...I have all sorts of life ass to kick without the program. Despite the disappointment, life goes on. While I do plan to contact the program to see how I can improve my application for next year, who knows- maybe it just isn't a good fit for me. I just have to go forward with the confidence that things happen for a reason. A door just closed, but I know that somewhere, a window was thrown open for me. I just need to find that window.
So there you have it- my steps to dealing with disappointment. It sucked, I cried, but all will be ok. (Even though I still have to learn calculus)
How do you deal with disappointment? What always makes you feel better?