Living alone diaries #28; Three rejections, one acceptance
It’s Wednesday, the day after I posted the last entry you read.
So, my “Interview” went well, yay. It’s in quotes because apparently, it’s not an actual interview? It’s just a call to “get to know me”, as the recruiter said.
The real interview process is in three stages, and I’ll start that when she gets back to me on if I’ll be proceeding or not.
Three more interviews, bro.
I better be rolling in it at the end of this.
This whole job search thing seems to be going places. I don’t want to jinx it, but I’ve had two other responses that seem positive. Obviously, they’re all still in infancy, but it seems like they’re all suddenly coming at once and I’m both glad and nervous.
Trying not to be negative.
Maybe 2023 is going to make up for her dastardly younger sister, 2022.
I hope so.
Maybe I did kind of jinx it.
No, I don’t want to believe that.
Anyways, the next day I got a gorgeous rejection letter because they were ‘looking for full-time employees, and I applied for part-time.
To my surprise, I didn’t really feel disappointed deeply. Of course, I recognized it as a bad thing, but I didn’t really feel too bad about it.
I was just like, we move, innit?
Even yesterday, when I got two more rejection emails from other jobs, I just took them in stride.
I guess I psyched myself up for rejection so much, built it up so high in my head, that the reality of the whole thing wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
It was a bummer, but definitely not a disappointment.
It’s the 19th of December now, and wow.
The year is over you know, only one more living-alone diary left.
I’m thinking of doing a ‘lessons learnt from 2022’ type thing, or just an entry that rounds up my experiences this year because it’s really been a lot.
I’m actually looking forward to 2023, in a weird sort of way.
It’s like, I don’t have solid expectations or goals for the new year yet, but I’m just genuinely happy to be done with this year. I’m excited because I feel like I hit rock bottom this year and it can only really go up from here.
I’m not going to say anything cheesy like 2023 is going to be my year, but I do feel like 2023 will be a better year for me. Because I will simply make it to be.
The only other option is dying.
So, this new year is the first year that I want to actually set goals for; I want to actually try and come out of it a happier, better person. Because if there’s one thing 2022 has taught me, it’s perseverance and how to fight for your life.
But why I hated this year so much is that it’s felt like I’m doing all that fighting but in one place. And when I’m done fighting, I’m still catching my breath then another demon is in my path.
I don’t know if it makes sense, but it’s like I’ve been fighting, but I haven’t actually been happy or progressing.
Just fighting to be alive, not actually living.
It’s a horrible feeling, and I don’t want that to follow me into another year.
Yes, I know a year is a manmade thing and I could start applying the change I want to see at any time I want, but having a significant event like a new year motivates you more, I think.
Maybe I’ll share my 2023 goals in the first living-alone diary of the new year.
That could be cute, hm?
Maybe that could be the inspiration for your own shifts in mindsets for the new year.
This week has been kind of uneventful in the grand scheme of things, but apart from my rejections, I did get an acceptance.
Last week I wrote a short story and it’s been a long moment since I felt so deeply connected to my words.
As most of my most interesting pieces are, this one was born from music.
There’s just something…amazing about music and how it makes me write. After writing, I sent it to people (other writers or editors or people whose opinions I rate) for feedback, and the responses were mostly very good, so I decided I didn’t want to just publish it here on Medium.
I wanted it on another medium (pun unintended)
Anyways, so you know how I’m almost always on Twitter, I randomly bookmark stories and publications or job openings so I can go back to them.
But the thing is, I always forget about them after.
So, I don’t know what spurred me to go through my bookmarks that day, and I saw an interesting story there from a Nigerian writer. I then looked into the publication and I liked the idea behind it, so I decided to send it to them, almost half-heartedly.
Then yesterday I got an email from the editor saying how much she loved my story and would be interested in publishing it.
Crazy stuff, innit?
Anyways, I don’t want to tell you guys all about it now, because I want to build up some suspense, you know?
It’s a romance, sha, and it’s kind of sad, but so, so beautiful.
Sometimes I shock myself with how good a writer I am.
Sometimes.
I hope you had a good weekend and are looking forward to the holidays
See you next week.
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