Guest post by Rita Chand – Sharing the being part of human being.

I’d just hung up the phone with Sandi after calling her to help me deal with something. She had asked if I was up to writing something about this experience I was having, that it was something her readers could probably relate to. I love Sandi so saying no to her isn’t an option. Little did I know I’d be inspired to write something as soon as I hung up the phone. But she’s good like that.
[pullquote]“There is the risk you cannot afford to take and there is the risk you cannot afford not to take”. ~ Peter Drucker[/pullquote]
On Monday, I found out I didn’t get a job that I really really REALLY wanted. The process lasted a month, the job was exciting and amazing and it was everything I wanted. Everything I’d been talking about for quite some time. Happiness couldn’t be found sitting at my desk day after day anymore – I needed more, desired so much more. And this job offered it.
But, I didn’t get it. After all that, someone else did.
And it’s okay. . .ultimately it is.
It wasn’t meant to be.
There are bigger, BETTER things out there for me.
It’s her loss.
And all the other platitudes that people say to make us feel better. They want to help so they say what they know to say. I appreciate that. But we all know it doesn’t help. None of those things help. And I think we know that too. God bless people for being so awesome.
My friends are sad for me. . .well actually, most of them are just sad that I am sad. They didn’t want me to move away, so some have shared they are relieved.
So yes, it is okay. Ultimately.
Does it feel okay? No. Did I cry for 2 days after? Yes.
Even at the gym. I just cried. I’m disappointed. Heartachingly, gut wrenchingly disappointed.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t do disappointment very well.
In fact (don’t tell anyone I said this) I think disappointment is one of the worst emotions to deal with. I’d rather be pissed off. Or better still, indifferent. I can do those really well.
But to sit in my own disappointment. . .forget it.
Disappointment is like the cooties of feelings. There’s nothing redeeming about disappointment. It just downright sucks.
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