I tried something quintessentially ‘Sandra’ – I applied for something but in the end, didn’t get chosen. I got the news yesterday.
In a year rife with loss, today, so far? I’m feeling pretty great. This thing wasn’t tied to my ability to ‘eat’ or live or exist. It would have been great but in the end? I got to fail at something and…
The sky didn’t fall in on me, my world didn’t implode. I went to sleep and woke up safe, still loved and cared for by those that matter.
Failing was ok. I tried and that goes a long way.
I got the luxury of failing.
It was awesome!
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