REJECTION

getting rejected sucks. whether it be for a job, a person, or being selected on a team, no one likes the feelings that rejection brings.

often when we’re rejected, we internalise as though there must be something wrong with us. we question; what did i do wrong? do i not have enough experience? am i not attractive enough? am i not good enough? what other explanation is there for me not being chosen?

but the truth is, none of these are true.

i recall a mentor of mine telling me how she was overlooked for a job position which she was more than qualified for. and she was overlooked because the board didn’t like her. they were threatened by her. and i said to her, how do you accept that? how do you not internalise that as there must be something wrong with you? and her comment? it’s their loss.

confidence is not; “they will like me.” confidence is; “i’ll be okay even if they don’t.”

and you will be. because you don’t need any person, any job, or any team to validate how great you already are. if they don’t want you, it is their loss. not yours. because you’re fucking great and you have a lot to offer. don’t let anyone make you think otherwise.

WHY DO WORDS HURT?

last week i had a situation where someone said some hurtful things to me. immediately after the words were expressed, i broke down in tears. i was distraught. how could she say something so mean? so personal? so hurtful?

i took the rest of the night to have a sook. but in the morning i questioned, why did those words hurt? why do i care what she said? at the end of the day, they’re just words. so why do words hurt?

words hurt because of our attachment to them and our attachment to our identity. we have an idea of “who we are” and when someone says something that challenges that idea, we get upset.

that next morning, i studied my feelings with curiosity. is there any validity in what she said? do i believe her words? i checked myself. i asked if i thought what she said was true. and it didn’t resonate at all with me. so i made a decision to let it go.

in the past, i would’ve kept analysing. kept questioning. why did this hurt so much? is it because i have so much respect for her? is it because she challenged a part of me i pride myself on? but i didn’t engage in this thinking. this was my mind wanting to create drama out of something that wasn’t that dramatic. they were words. and the words are gone. why keep them alive by reliving the experience over and over again?

so instead of continuing to have a sook, i chose to laugh about it. i changed the energy. and i chose to let it go. and now, there’s no animosity between us. no hate. no resentment. no bitterness. only compassion. love. and joy. feelings we all always have access to, but which we need to choose to be open to.

Living eulogy

​Almost two months ago I wrote about the effects of my Dad’s medical scare and the resulting confrontation with not only my own mortality, but the mortality of those dearest to me.

The cliché phrase of “live today like it’s your last day” isn’t effective. It doesn’t ignite the sense of urgency people need to truly live their lives with meaning and purpose. And that’s because people have a really difficult time grasping the inevitability of their own mortality.

What I propose instead is to live and love as though it was your best friend’s last day. Your Dad’s last day. Your Mum’s last day. Or any of your sibling’s last day. When you think about the ultimate demise of those dearest to you, it changes your perspective. It fills you with a sense of sadness, a sense of urgency, and almost a sense of regret.

What if today was their last day? Would they know how much they’ve meant to you? How much they’ve impacted you? How much you look up to them? If the answer to any of those questions is no, what are you doing? Why haven’t you communicated this to them? Why wait until it’s too late - why wait until their “body is in a box” before you celebrate their existence?

When we think of a eulogy, we think of funerals. But what if we changed that? What if instead, we created living eulogies? What if we dedicated our lives to constantly communicating to those around us just how important they are? How much richer would not only their lives be, but ours too?

How can you adopt a living eulogy into your life?