CV and Works
A curriculum vitae (CV) is pretty standard in my line of work. It’s a resume, essentially, for the more academic sort of world. And last night I was mulling over a conversation with my boyfriend, and for some reason, the CV popped into my head.
A CV lists your accomplishments, right? It lists every honor, award, cool thing, charitable thing, and impressive thing you’ve ever done, at least professionally.
And I thought to myself, Is that how I’m living with God? Working on my CV constantly, hoping that I can list every award, honor, cool or charitable or impressive thing I’ve ever done, and, at the end, show it to God and see if it gets me into heaven? It is so tempting to live that way, isn’t it? That’s how the world works.
What really got me is that if truth be known, I bet a lot of people’s CV are “fudged”, you know? Oh, that sounds impressive, let me put it on there, even though it really wasn’t. Let’s see, I volunteered for 5 minutes, but they won’t know the difference when I put it there. I was supposed to be at that conference all week, but I was only there one day–who is going to know? sorta stuff. Do I do that with God? There, God, I gave my $5 to the youth group camping trip, are ya happy? sorta stuff.
Studs and Stripes
Black cami: Gap
Shop Your Closet
Or Target, you know, but Target and my closet are practically one and the same. {but these are actually in my closet}
Anywhoo—take a look at these gorgeous suede babies…
Gorg, right? Wear with everything sort of shoe. Welp, I happened to pick some up at Target this spring that are almost identical.
I absolutely love mine and wear them all the time, and didn’t even know J. Crew had a version until my bestie pointed it out. These have definitely already earned a favorite spot in my shoe rotation. I’ve worn them on the blog here {Royalty and a Commoner} and here {Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough}, two of my favorite outfits in recent months. And they look high-end, too? Extra score.
Pretty sure I saved myself $220 by buying the Target version. {boyfriend, did you read that?}
Coffee Casual
Monday Mid Day
Rejection
Lately my life seems to be a bit of a lesson in rejection. Well, maybe not my life in general, but my work-life has been a lesson in rejection. Suddenly, I’ve become a cold-caller. {shudder} If you’ve ever had to cold-call, you know what I mean. The “we’re not interested, hang up” is the norm. They won’t even let you say your name. It’s rather discouraging. Or you do get to talk to someone, and they let you say your whole schpiel (made up how to spell that word), and then say the “we’re not interested.” Harsh blow.
And in other ways in my life, too, I’m sticking my neck out. You know the old saying, “A turtle only makes progress by sticking it’s neck out”? Well, they don’t say that sometimes when you stick your neck out, you move at a turtle’s pace. Yeah, yeah, I know, the turtle wins the race, but watching the rabbits run in circles around you is dizzying in the meantime.
So how to handle rejection?
* Take a deep breath. No, seriously: like, right now, take a deep breath. Feels better already, doesn’t it?
* Then, tell yourself this: God has a purpose and a plan for me. And those are perfect purposes and perfect plans. He will get me where He wants me, and He doesn’t reject me.
* Don’t give up. Get right back on the horse. I psyche myself out when making cold-calls between the calls, so as soon as I hang up the phone, I pick it up again and keep on going. But if you need to step away for a bit, that’s fine too. Go for a walk or enjoy a sunset.
*Set realistic, small goals for your next steps, then up the ante. Five calls in the next half hour. Or, write three new cover letters today. Or, send out four more poems to editors this week. Or, better yet, make your realistic, small goal this: do not give in to fear for the next hour. Until lunch time. Today. Tomorrow. This week.
* Remember that now is not forever. It may feel like this is the worst thing ever. Well, you know what? Yes, cold-calling sucks. Rejection sucks. Especially when it isn’t warranted or isn’t coming from something you initiated (been there). But what is happening to you now is not going to last forever. Remember how I said earlier that life changes? Life is fluid. Things come and go. This will end, or dissipate, or lead you on to much better things.
* You are not determined by what other people think of you. You are not your boss’ opinion. You are not your students’ opinion. You are not that fancy-blogger’s opinion. You are not what others label you, unless you let yourself be that person.
* There are many ways to be happy. Okay, so maybe a door of happiness closed. I’m really, really sorry to hear that. But there are so many different versions of happy, as a dear best friend taught me.
* Be thankful and Praise God. There is so much left to be thankful for, I promise. Take a cricitally-grateful eye to your life. Isn’t that an oxymoron? Probably. But you know what I mean–scrutinize your life and find every little thing you can be grateful for–even if it’s (as I read somewhere) that you are horribly ill, but hey, guess what, your elbows don’t hurt. Nor does your earlobe. The skies are always blue above the clouds (don’t check my science on that one, I kinda made it up).
And if you are truly being unfairly rejected? Sleep on it. Don’t react out of fear, anger, or hurt. Write your response on paper, and let it sit for awhile. Take out any emotional phrasing. State your case and let it speak for itself. Pray and trust God.
You want to know a secret? Sometimes God closes doors. These new-fangled spiritualist types want to tell you that you can have ANYTHING and that God wants to give you EVERYTHING. I’ve been hearing a lot about that lately, it seems. Well, I’m not so sure about that. Our God gives and takes away. But never outside of that perfect plan and will. Yes, there is evil in this world, and it will affect you. But God still has your back.
Priority Shift
Pretty Things
Don’t Hate Me
Edits (added in light of morning): Yes, I am wearing shorts under my skirt. And yes, it fits the fingertip rule.