That Dang Pesky Failure

How is that Failure strikes? Disappointment, lurking around dark corners right out of sight...until it hits us over the head, and we sit there in a daze of anger and sadness and jealousy. These are the types of things we usually hide and quietly stew over, but I'm trying to be open and really share myself on here - highs and lows.

And so, this is all swirling around my head right now as I learn about a show that I did not get accepted into, and that I DID take part in last year and did very well and really loved it. And so, this particular rejection has a particularly sharp sting to it. Usually, they roll off a little easier as I am always so busy into so many things that I just don't have time to linger amid the disappointment.

And even though a part of me wants to sit and stay in this foul mood of mine, it's time to pack up my bags and keep going - and having a great time regardless. Granted, I did enjoy a big slice of chocolate cake to soothe the soul, but now I'm just going to go back in my studio and continue the journey I'm on...and I'll find another show/opportunity/excitement that will make this all seem like it was meant to be. Well, I may have to eat more chocolate to get to that point, but at least I'm working towards it, right?