Did you know? REJECTED TWICE!

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Yea, Baby!  I find great pride in these two rejections.  Do you know why?  It means that I am actually DOING SOMETHING about what I really want to do!

Now, mind you…I have about 8 more that I am still waiting for.  Rejections, that is.  And that is okay.  Part of growing is learning.  Part of learning is being rejected.  Part of being rejected means that you have PUT YOURSELF OUT THERE to be targeted.

Oh, yeah, Baby!  I’m a walking target with a bullseye on my back.

If my back is my story.  And my story is my back.

I have actually submitted a children’s book.  And I have also submitted a portion of the chapter book I am working on for young readers.  Two different parts of me that I am personally proud of—I have sent in to other people to dissect and have the option of rejecting.

Two have wholeheartedly agreed that my book is definitely not for them.

You would think that would make me sad.  In fact, it puzzles my oldest daughter, Adelyne (age decade plus 1).

I told her excitedly one day after she arrived home from school, “Ada!  Mommy’s book was rejected!”

Scrunching her face up into what can only be described as utter confusion, she proclaimed, “You were rejected!  How can you be so happy????”

Sometimes kids just don’t get it, right?!

I replied, “I may have been rejected—BUT THAT MEANS I DID SOMETHING TO REJECT!”

Walking away muttering to herself (probably something like CRAZY WOMAN!), I giggled after her.

You see.  Rejection is not failure, it’s strength.

You did something brave.  You put yourself out there.  And you got results.

Perhaps they were not the results you desired.  But there were results.

Next time may resemble the previous time.  But there will be a day when the No will become a Yes.

Because you did not waver in strength!

So, go!  Be brave.  Be strong.  Be crazy.  And don’t be afraid of a little rejection.

After all, it’s not the 9,999 times you fail.  It’s the 1 time you succeed that matters.

Just look at Thomas Edison and his lightbulb!

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Here’s a great article from Forbes titled “How Failure Taught Edison to Repeatedly Innovate”

Twirl

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My husband and I work out of the same office 3 days a week. It is some of my favorite time together. The other two days of the week (not weekend) we trade going to the big city for work. I get to go to Poznan on Tuesdays—he on Thursdays.

Which means that we each get a very personal day with the kids at home. He said that while Sundays used to be his favorite day of the week (He is the pastor of an international church-and we love Sundays and we love Poznan International Church), Tuesdays are creeping up on Sundays in the race for favorite.  Uh-oh and watch out, PIC 😉

Richard LOVES the free day that he has. And he spends every minute of it with his children. He takes them to the park. He takes them grocery shopping. He jumps with them on the trampoline. He makes them lunch. He makes me dinner.

It is a GREAT day.

And I love my Thursdays. Most of the day I spend in sweats and usually (except for today), electronic free. I love cooking with my kids—and my daughter always has her best friend over after school.

Anyhow, back to the office days with my husband. When I go to the office with my husband, I try and dress up for him.

It’s not that he didn’t see me 30 minutes earlier without makeup, lion’s mane, and fresh out of bed. He knows what I really look like—and, I must say, it’s really HOT (if by hot I mean—BURN THE LOOK) 😉

Anyhow, it’s kind-of silly to know that I get dressed up to go to work…with my husband.  But I do.

Do you know why?

Because, as we work together, he glances across the office or looks up from his desk and he sees me.

And I love it when he sees me and smiles.

And sometimes—just sometimes—he says, “Can I take a photo of you?”

And then I smile. Because I know that not only does he love me—but he likes the effort that I put into going to work with my hubby!

I hop up. I smile. And, the other day, he said, “Now twirl!”

So I did.

To be honest, the motion made it really hard to capture a photo, but this is what he sent me…his new phone screen.

I love my husband.
I like him, too.
I LOVE going to work with him.
And I am glad that he likes it, too!

So, my friends…I encourage you. When you have that chance, get dressed up for your special someone.

And twirl!

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