There was a ginormous dark cloud hanging over my head today. Well, to be honest, its been accumulating this week with one rejection, after another, until my inbox was littered with notifications of “you’re not a good fit.”Deuces
I received one more today and it didn’t produce a cloud as much as a storm. With lots and lots of showers. And thunder. Plus a Beyonce song blasting in the background. Look, I love you guys. I appreciate you as readers and I’m not on here to whine about my bad week. Even though it was epically bad. I’m interrupting the regularly scheduled celebs-with-a-cause posts to help a girl in need.Me.
I’m writing to get advice. Is there ever a point where you just throw up your hands and ask, “what’s the point?” Of chasing a dream that shows no sign of being caught. To give everything you have, and find a way for the things you don’t, and it not be valued and reciprocated.
So my point is this, why continue? Why try to break into an industry that values coders and engineers (no shade) more than writers. Scribes with unique perspectives on the world, especially during these turbulant times, that don’t require a complex formula to make some sense of the world to the masses.
And let’s say, hypothetically that I did get my dream job, how long before it’s eliminated? Just like all the jobs in the industry seem to be.
This week has put me in the uncomfortable position of being a cynic and a pessimist. Two qualities I abhor in others and somehow adopted.
Dreams are hard. I get it. But at what point do you wake up to reality?