You'd think as many times as I've been rejected in my life that rejection wouldn't hurt anymore. Really, I can't count the number of times that I've been rejected, or slighted, or been on the receiving end of cruel words. I'm almost 40 for pete's sake. Rejection shouldn't bring tears anymore, but it still does. It just seems like I've been faced with it a lot lately. It started with the Running and has seemed to carry over into other parts of my life. I have spent most of my life on the sidelines watching other people. That's what happened with the marathon. Once again, I'm on the side as others do things that I want to do. I trained. I had to have an unexpected surgery. I got injured. I couldn't run. It happens. It isn't the end of the world. But what many don't realize is that there are numerous times in my life that I am on the sidelines, watching, wishing I was the one 'out there' - not the one watching. . But
I hope through my self-reflection, readers will see themselves so that they can pause and think, smile or laugh, or try something new. This is my story...
Aw, don't worry about what anybody thinks. Anybody worth their salt understands that sometimes it's just one of those days. Just go with the flow.
ReplyDeleteYep, I try.. some days it's easier than others :)
DeleteYou're a saint! I've been seen leaving places hauling our eldest like a sack of potatoes while he screams like a banshee.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you saw someone in the store like this non-parent, single guy:
http://themattwalshblog.com/2013/09/15/dear-parents-you-need-to-control-your-kids-sincerely-non-parents/
Yep, I've been there too and had to drag him out of a kid's fair.
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