Rejection is like sandpaper for the soul. It polishes and sloughs off needless pride like so much dead skin. If everything you reached for were easy, just given to you, then how would you ever truly appreciate it?
This doesn’t apply to only rejection but adversity of any kind. It makes you stronger if you let it. My first manuscript was horrible, really cringe worthy bad. But I am a better, stronger writer now than I ever have been and if I had been handed publication on a platter, or decided to do it myself, I wouldn’t be.
I’ve also been married a long time…to the same person. By long time I mean I have now been married longer than I was single (the hoops I will jump through to not admit my age are endless). We have had hard times and some spectacular fights (totally his fault, why can’t he just do what I say?) but if every year had been easy, our marriage would not be as strong. We both believe that. You have to dig deep, set your heels, and be prepared to fight for what you want.
Victory will be all the sweeter for it.