REJECTION Protection

February 25, 2007


Rejection is hard.  Not knowing why you’ve been rejected is harder, especially when
explanations could be more educational than painful.  They would help make you more aware for next time, or learn that you weren’t a fit anyway—might have had a close escape.  

Those who send back insincere form letters, more often than not, don’t read applications properly (if at all).  Larger companies might not have time for the little guy seeking help.  But, it’s probably that little guy, gutsy enough to approach them, who’s helped their business get where it is—buying their products or engaging their services, year after year. Then, there are the dates who don’t want to see you again, or the clients that don’t call back. 

In most situations, there’s no way of knowing your competition.  But, is your competition better?  Perhaps they just have superior marketing techniques, friends in "high places," or luck and timing?  Unfortunately, there are many better ideas, products, and people out there than the ones that actually end up getting recognized!

People who don’t know rejection are extremely fortunate.  People who are familiar with multiple rejections are more fortunate.  The greater number of rejections you’ve had, the lower your expectations.  Disappointments are a natural part of life and make you try all the harder.  The less rejections you’ve had, the more shocked and personally hurt you are by them.  A first miinor rejection can trigger a major crisis.

Rejections toughen you up.  Nevertheless, there is a point when even the tough have had enough.  Those around us applaud success, but aren’t always aware of the effort (and failures) it might have taken to get there—or be stuck not getting there.  If you’ve had a bumpy ride you’re usually more appreciative of making it.  Success is not just about the end destination, it’s about the journey too.  The process of not giving up makes being accepted (finally) all the sweeter.

People who reject frequently can be oblivious to the impact of a poorly delivered rejection.  They can’t imagine the repercussions sometimes sparked.  The rejected are generally good at putting on a brave face and not revealing their disappointment.  Cudos, however, to those who do speak up—ask for clarification and express their surprise or sadness.  What’s the worst thing that can happen?  You know who, where, and what to avoid in the future, especially if circumstances change and you become the decision-maker.

Energy is precious and time passes quickly.  That’s why it’s important not to brood on what’s been/can’t be.  Even if you don’t win (keep on getting rejected), know that you’ve tried as hard as you can.  Your conscience is clear!  Your rejection isn’t just about you—the other side might have made a mistake.  Over time, you might step back and see the whole picture—have your ideas evolve.  You’re more able to recognize why things happened the way they did, even if the end results aren’t ideal.

No one gets all they want all of the time.  Some don’t get any of what they want any of the time.  If you keep comparison-making  or constantly feel entitled to rewards and recognition, you’re going to have a lot harder time living with rejection. 

"Rejection Protection" for in the meantime, or indefinitely
 

• Pursue other avenues—stop going where (and to whom) you’re not welcome.  Identify your comfort zones/people, and test those first.

• Take a break:  stop reaching out till the dust settles.  Appreciate what can be, even if it’s not what you really want, and hope for the best.

• Believe in, like, and improve yourself.  Perhaps, those who rejected you will change their minds.

• Engage in positive activities and relationships, where you don’t have to pass or fail—are acceptable just the way you are.  Capitalize on the possible, not the impossible!

• Join peer groups for those experiencing similar circumstances.  You’ll find you’re not alone!

• Discuss, research, and network, and share what you’re thinking, feeling, or wishing.  Fresh ideas and helpful feedback will pop up along the way.

No-Partum Depression (NPD)—Not “Celebrity Gossip” Worthy

February 18, 2007

Babies are the best "Hollywood accessories" today.  Think about it:  Angelina and Brad, Jen and Ben, Britney, Julia, Madonna, and Sharon Stone, even Nancy Odel.  Everyone’s doing it (naturally or by adoption).  Then there’s all the revenue generated from photo ops and interviews.  

Babies, it seems, give the impression of strength and power—public relations possibilities galore.  With a baby in your arms, you have more chance of looking  like a good, loving, caring person than not.  There is, however, a more awkward and distressing side to baby-making, one that caused a squabble between Tom Cruise and Brooke Shields: Post Partum Depression. Also, what about those who have no baby to talk about in any context? A "(non-)baby condition" I call, "No Partum Depression" (NPD), seldom gets enough airing.

NPD, which mightn’t differ from Post-Partum Depression with some of its symptoms, hasn’t made headline news—yet.  But, the number of sufferers is rising at an alarming rate.  NPD is an illness of the MISSed generation—another "Makinism" (describing those who haven’t/won’t make it to coupledom and motherhood).

If you haven’t met an NPD sufferer it might be difficult to understand her condition’s severity, implications, and scope.  With instances of NPD ready to rival those of Post-Partum Depression, it’s important to get the word out.  Left undetected and untreated, NPD can be life-threatening.

Most NPD women never imagined they’d suffer from a condition like this, but their numbers grow daily (as prescriptions for antidepressants might reveal).  They’re a pained, perturbed, unfulfilled, and little-acknowledged group who wear a smile as best they can, just get on with things.  At work, you might think they’re concentrating, and loving what they do.  Don’t believe all you see!   

Anya’s Story

Anya is a successful marketing executive with NPD who works to live. She’s unable to follow her heart’s desire, convinced that nothing will ever compensate for the fact she’s missing the developmental stages of marriage and motherhood.

Many NPD sufferers, like Anya, find it hard to focus on projects they’re thought to be enthusiastic about.  NPD hit Anya early, at 33.  Her obsession with not wanting to remain single and childless means that she spends most evenings, weekends, and lunch hours Internet dating.  For every 10 e-mails she sends out, she gets one or two responses, which can quickly turn into phone calls or actual face-to-face encounters.  For every five face-to-face encounters, there’ll be, perhaps, one person Anya’s ultimately interested in getting to know better.  Invariably, they can have up to a dozen dates before she discovers that her marriage/child prospect is still considering alternative suitors, back on line.  

Nevertheless, whether she believes it or not, Anya’s still in a better position than girlfriends just a few years older than her.  Older sufferers of NPD (36 and above) might have stopped dating completely.  This is because most men seem to prefer not to go out with women of their own age:  those under 35 usually being idealized for dating as well as mating.

NPD sufferers, generally women in their mid 30s to late 40s, obsess about what they could have done differently.  Maybe they just didn’t settle for less.  However, credit is not given where credit is due, and most onlookers want to know:  "What’s wrong with these women?  Why are they still single and childless?"  

Nothing’s wrong with NPD women, except that they might be a little too preoccupied with their childlessness and not wanting to be alone.  That’s why typical assumptions about their inadequacy do little to help them feel comfortable at family gatherings and holidays—the type that are more about children than anything else:  playing with them, showing them off, and buying presents for them.

NPD sufferers who don’t have the strength to fight their condition don’t easily accept what life has to offer, exclusive of marriage and children.  Sadness about not having a baby is not something that disappears as other people’s children mature.  On the contrary.  NPD is long-term.

Notes on a Scandal: SINGLE and Living Vicariously

February 12, 2007

Spinsters are increasingly prominent in recent movies.  Dame Judi Dench’s stellar performance as Barbara, in Notes on a Scandal, spotlights the loneliness, eccentricities, and desperation of many aging long-term solos.  Barbara is occupied during the day with her teaching job.  However, on evenings, weekends, and holidays, her alienation and contemplations get the better of her.  Unfortunately, a preoccupation with others’ lives, and desire to become part of them, causes her to wish to make herself indispensable, however possible (voyeuristic or otherwise).  This backfires on everyone.

Barabara’s is an extreme case—great movie material. But, sadly, there are many real life "Barbara-seem-alikes." Here’s a look at Trish’s story—a younger, more modern spinsters’s "night-walking" activities:

Even on weekends, it can take Trish till the very end of the day to get out of the house.  She’s an expert at finding unfinished or new tasks that prevent her from taking a break.  In fact, when she’s not pet-sitting Bella, her boss’s dog, she hardly surfaces at all.  But, when Bella stays with her, there’s no choice.  No one else can walk Bella.  

Bella keeps Trish on track, forcing her out of the house somehow, even if only after dark.  And once she’s out, Trish knows that the outing is as good for her as it is for Bella.  As soon as Bella engages herself in the moment, Trish starts to feel calmer and tries to follow her lead:  wander where she wanders, look at what she looks at, focus on their walk.

Why Trish has really come to wait till after dark to walk is hard for her to admit to—her not-so-unconscious need to feel less vulnerable and conspicuous.  The daytime seems to highlight problems that are very real for Trish, though others may find them trivial.  First, she’s tired of walking alone and being seen to be so.  Second, she’s tired of putting makeup on just to go out of the house—lest neighbors have an unfavorable impression of her or she blows a chance encounter with somebody new because her looks don’t measure up.  At night (and in the dark), these problems are minimized.

Some people love being out at night under the stars in the crisp evening air with few others around.  Trish doesn’t have the same motivations.  Favoring privacy over discomfort, she wants to avoid direct eye contact and that feeling of being judged that she thinks daylight so easily prompts.  In the dark of the night, most other people walking seem to be engaged in the same activity as she is —taking care of their dogs’ needs.  They are usually walking alone too.  

A walk at night in summertime, when it’s not cold, windy, or wet, is actually quite enjoyable and ensures a better night’s sleep.  A walk at night in wintertime is something Trish would often prefer to avoid, so she keeps it short.  When she goes out, of course, is more a matter of self-confidence than weather— how well she’s coping with being by herself.  Sometimes, she’d rather succumb to inclement weather and the darkness of night, than the warmer, drier conditions a sunny day offers.  

Also, at night, though Trish may be walking alone, there’s usually more for her to see, particularly as no one on her street seems to believe in window coverings.  She catches up on neighbors’ lives and creates stories about them.  There are those who are TV or computer addicts, and those who seem to have friends over  a couple of times a week.  There are those whose houses are usually in total darkness, who could be hiding in the back somewhere, doing who knows what.  

Once in a while a homeowner comes into full view, in a well-lit front window.  There’s a new family member in his arms.  A pink rosette on the door, an empty Pampers box in the driveway, and a "baby on board" sticker on the car’s back window have already given a hint to inquisitive passers-by with less eventful lives.  Trish might not know any of her neighbors personally, but she does stay informed, somehow or other, even if she’s not really that interested.  

You’d think Tish would have better things to do with her time than observe their homes while walking Bella.  Because Trish doesn’t have the distraction of a human co-walker, she can’t help being drawn to observe others’ domestic activities.  As she returns to her pretty, but empty, bungalow, she doesn’t deny envying her neighbors’ more relationship-oriented lives.  However, she realizes appearances might be deceptive.  Also, given everything Trish assumes about her neighbors, she can’t help wonder what they might suppose about her—if anything.  

Though Trish may walk at night for her own reasons, there’s an unexpected benefit.  Glimpsing at others’ activities and connectedness, between their window frames or in their driveways, is encouraging.  In a funny kind of way, she’s witnessing that relationships can and do evolve.  Regardless, that doesn’t turn off her obsessional/invasive thinking: "Why not me?"

p.s.  February 13, approaching Valentine’s Day (February 14), Cosmopolitan’s Editor in Chief, Kate White, appeared on CBS’s Early show to talk about Couple Envy, and how to deal with it, as featured in her magazine’s latest issue.

 

AFRICA Odyssey: Poetry on Safari—1

February 6, 2007

June, 2006, I went on safari—an opportunity of a lifetime.  While the camera clicked, so did my mind.  I’d not "wordscaped" (escaped with words/written poems) since my book, Poetic Wisdom:  Revealing and Healing (1998).  But, patrolling the bush by jeep, the urge returned full force.  I saw no other way to jot down experiences of the moment, treasures not to be forgotten.

Though I took too long to type up these poetic souvenirs after the trip ended, the delay has had advantages.  On review, this poetry puts me back in the moment—that moment—seeming to stand the test of time.  Now, I’m curious to know others’ responses to it…

My first group of poems were created in Botswana, and appear in the order in which they were created.

 
1. Sweet Smells and Sights

Rosemary not Sage
Sage not Rosemary
A cross pollination, rare nasal sensation
Air that’s full of nature’s natural perfumes
Elephant dung and all
Piles of pancakes and pancakes in piles
Dumping grounds and grounds for dumping
What’s destroyed with the trunk tells more
Barely digested vegetation
Two hours and the meal’s passed
Each ingestion identifiable
Another species’ recycled delight.

2. Lion’s Lare

Lovely lioness howling for her friends
Napping, roaring, rolling the head
Fly infested face, camel colored coat
Lonely lion, in focused pursuit of his mate
Maine with black highlights, age creeping on
Well fed, a week’s food and drink
Swelled belly, but food not on his mind
Waiting, albeit impatiently
Letting the other male know his place
Setting the pace
Making sure the lioness stays in his space
Signals given
Everything else instinct driven
Territory defined.

3. Mélange

Cotton wool clouds, termite mounds
Baboons and zebras working their way around
A solitary giraffe feasting on leaves
Elephants tearing off all branches in sight—delicately
A lion glances up, but what’s behind the eyes
A gentle tap on the shoulder of an unresponsive mate
Let her sleep—for now
Flies irritate, even the king of beasts
A twitch of the ears, a shake of the head
Another little nap.

4. A Buffalo Giving Birth

Trackers full of mirth
Not a common sight
A moment of sheer delight
35 minutes to standing
Rest of herd disbanding
Mother waits patiently
Umbilical cord still hanging
Clean up fast
Yum or yuck, however you want to take it
Nature at her best.

5. From Small Plane to Small Plane

By jeep, canoe, speedboat and barge
On a sunrise helicopter ride or
Mid-morning stroll
To bird-spot, foot-print track, or poop inspect
A surprise around every corner, or simple peace and quiet
interrupted by the throttle of a stop-start engine

Spotters congregate around amorous lions
or a buffalo giving birth
Radio to radio, the news is out
There’s an elephant without a tail
or remains of a fresh lion kill

An afternoon or evening
with little wildlife visible
Just because we’re there
They don’t have to be

Three days in the life of the bush.

6. Territorial Changes

New ranges
A matter of luck and timing
Keeping your eyes open
or just taking in the scents, sounds, and food
Oh yes, the food
Large small meals four times a day
Breakfast, brunch, high tea, and dinner
Nothing to do, except enjoy
Laundry service included
Tents with terraces

Luxury in a land that’s otherwise been dealt a rough hand
Painful to understand.

7. Sleepless Night

Bathing hypo, squelching through the mud
close by the tent
Roaring lions, communicating back and forth
Sounds near, but probably far—up to 7 k
They have their way

"Surprise rain" beating down
Malarone dreams intensify 
Happenings and personalities, at home or on the trip
All jumbled up

Idle chatter of vacationers trivializing the experience
Disturbing peace of mind, interrupting nature

Leave your own culture home
My frustrated heart pleads
They’ve paid for the trip
But have no licence to quip

Serenity and appreciation come from inside
In superficialities, there’s no room to hide.

8. Downpour

Lioness with cubs
Baby, baby elephants
Cheetah feeding on prey
Rain pouring
Dusk falling
Photos hard to capture
The rapture of the moment
Experiences to savor.

9. Elephant Parade

Night falls
Camera lens away
Not recorded on film
In our minds and hearts

A parade of elephants 30/40 long
The weak, the strong
Tiny little babies
Calves still weaning
Sheltering underneath their mothers
The whole troop trunk to trunk
Tail to tail
Bouncing focused gait
Heads bobbing
Ears flexing
They know what they’re doing
Each takes a turn
To move in, or to back off
Rules followed
A quick drink, turn of the hind
And it’s back up hill

The watering hole
As quickly as it was surrounded
Was vacated

A magical twenty minutes
On our last night in the bush.

10. Finale

A herd of giraffes
Long searched for
Over bumpy tracks
From behind bushes

A straggler sighted here or there
The top of a head
A hind and tail
From too far away to zoom in on
Wondering if we’ll ever find more
Their migration begun
Perhaps we’re done

One bend more and here they are
One, two, three, four heads
Long, short, in between
Light brown, dark brown
Leaf-like patterns
Heart-like shapes
No two with the same markings
All with the same grace and poise
Without noise
Save the crunching and munching

Leaves and branches moving
It seems of their own accord
Till two ears pop up
But no time to wait for the face
Must pick up the pace

Radio signal in
Two cheetahs sighted
Engine ignited
Off road and through the brush
It’s a real rush
Park regulations broken
But no word will be spoken
It’s all about seeing the cheetahs
Getting close

Two predators’ recovery from a failed kill
Brothers we’re told
One with an infection in his leg
The other providing him with prey

For us, a special photo op.
Another species checked off the list
Group can go home now!

11. Bushmen Paintings

A short climb
Up the only rock in the neighborhood
Bushmen paintings, our prize
Four small, simple animal depictions
From centuries gone by
A chance to use our limbs
Take in the view
Be in the environment that we’ve only been driven through
Feel closer to the life and land
That has welcomed us so warmly.

12. Zebra Herd

You made my day, week, month, year
Zebra calves and elders
as far as the eye can see
Tall grass, short grass
A few trees
Much dead wood
A buffet for them and us
Groupings criss-cross
Loners with unique stripes
Notice the pale grey in between the black and white
How some are blacker than others
How some are whiter than others
Not out of shape, emaciated, or overweight
Then there’s the one with the bloody gash, upper hind leg
A lion’s loss, our gain
A wound that will heal, or so we’re told
Re-integrated in the fold
Dusk falling across the plane
Pink sunset straight ahead
A wondrous way to end a safari.

13. Eat, Procreate, Defecate

Procreate, defecate, eat
Defecate, eat, procreate

And so the cycle goes on
And on and on

Animals know where it’s at
What matters
And doesn’t

They like their games, and to fight
Have much or little might

Big or small
They know what to do
Then we step in

The smartest critters of all
But, are we really?

p.s.  For more recent African Poetry, please check out blog entries about DocSusan’s Kilimanjaro Cimb (9 poems) and Tanzania Safari (16 poems).  The two new series were started December 2, 2007.

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