On Rejection and Self Doubt
Last weekend I found myself binge watching House of Cards Season 3 and nursing the pain of a fresh rejection slip. Don’t worry, I’m not going to spoil House of Cards for all of you. If you haven’t watched yet, enjoy.
So I don’t handle rejection well, it leaves me questioning everything about myself and then asking the question, am I good enough? As I attempted to answer that question, I spoke with several friends in multiple countries about our ‘happy place’. So here we go.
Sketch: 9 Conduit Street, London W1S 2XG. This is my official happy place. The Parlour has this artsy, playful backdrop that’s perfect for afternoon tea. They have gluten free options too.
The Society Club: 12 Ingestre Place, London W1F 0JF. I’ve never been here but my friend loves this place. She described it as the most unique bookshop that she’s ever been to ( it’s also a bar, art gallery, and cafe). There are book readings and poetry nights. Yes, if I were still in London I’d definitely check it out. Here’s their website: http://www.thesocietyclub.com/
I run from my problems and it almost always includes a trip here. Madrid is a special city filled with some of the kindest people that I know. It’s easy to forget who you are when you’re somewhere else.
El Jardín Secreto: Calle Conde Duque 2, 28015. This is the perfect spot for hot chocolate, it may just have the best hot chocolate in the city. It’s a bit like a beautiful dream. My friend says it is impossible to be sad here and he’s right. I haven’t been here in some time and can’t wait to go back.
New York City
Caffe Riggio: 119 Macdougal St. My friend is seriously loyal to this place. She’s loved it for years.
I’ve found NYC to be a mirror constantly reflecting who you are, reminding you of your lot in life; it’s impossible to lose yourself there.
Maybe going away isn’t the best way to deal with rejection, there are those who advise you to continue querying, only I can’t do that right now. I disappeared for awhile but when I emerged the self doubt was still there. It’s haunting me.