The Beautiful Irony of Rejection
Why I Started The Village Project
Rejection is one of those feelings that latches on to your soul and clings on until you’re ready to begin ripping it off.
I remember the feeling of rejection clamouring at me as I laid on my aunt’s couch in Norman, Oklahoma. It was October 2012. The TV was on MSNBC and pundits were analyzing and arguing about the election. Their voices were just background to my own thoughts.
I basically flunked out of my graduate program. I also failed to secure a permanent job in the non-profit field I wanted. In fact, that day I was disappointed about being turned down for yet another job opportunity. So when that feeling of rejection crept up inside, I was too exhausted to push it away.
Two years of long days, research papers, job searching, interviews, working in retail on the side, and managing a TIGHT budget left me too exhausted to fight that haunting feeling.
So I didn’t fight it. I acknowledged where I was at that moment. I couldn’t live at my aunt’s house forever, without a full time job. My lease ran out on my apartment months ago. I really had no other option but to completely change directions.
That day I wrote the genesis of an idea I had that would later become the mission of a non-profit I started, The Village Project.
At first it was just an idea to get my friends and family together to do community service projects. Four years later that idea has become an organization that has led me to work with interesting people and to build important relationships in the community.
The beautiful irony of rejection is that once you truly accept that the universe has turned down your requests, you are given a fresh start.
You have to give yourself a chance to actually acknowledge that 1) things are not working out as you planned and that 2) if you continue what you are doing you will be wasting time 3) rejection is not the end, it is actually a new beginning.
Now I want to share the experiences I’ve had that have led me live a life of service to others. My new beginning led me to where I am now and I’m grateful for that terrible feeling on that couch almost four years ago.