Bounce… Back …From… Rejection…..

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I Love You. Go Away.

It’s not you. It’s me.
I swear it’s not you. It’s me.
Well, it’s a little you.
Who am I kidding? It’s so you.
In fact, if you weren’t you, we would still be us.

Does this sound familiar? Have you been the recipient of this peppy little oratory? It’s called rejection, and if you have a pulse, you’ve probably experienced it.

Someone once told me that life is merely a series of rejections until we reach the end when life itself rejects us, and we die. He wasn’t a glass-half-full kind of guy. But he had a point.

Rejection takes many forms: The baseball team, the credit card, the college, the club, the clique, the loan, the job. All of these and so much more are fraught with the danger of rejection.

But then there’s the mama of all rejections. The bone-crushing, soul-sapping, mind-blowing, heartbreaking rejection. And it usually starts with these words: “I love you.” And it ends with: “Go away.”

Well, maybe not those exact words, but the meaning is clear. A moment ago, I thought you were the love of my life, but now I know you’re the mistake of my life. In other words, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

And there we stand, the rejectees, our mouths hanging open, our hips bruised from being blindsided. We didn’t see it coming. Didn’t you just say how wonderful I am? Wasn’t love mentioned just hours ago? Didn’t I recently hear something about being beautiful, perfect, a soul mate?

And after we recover from the initial shock and can draw breath again, we might negotiate: I don’t have to be me, we might say. I can change, be a whole different me. Anything not to be rejected by you.

From the blog http://www.stuckincustoms.com
“I Love You. Go Away. | Huffington Post.”. N.p., n.d. Web. 03 Oct. 2016 <http://www.huffingtonpost.com/elise-sax/how-to-deal-with-rejection_b_2768498.htm&gt;.

Published by PastorLucyPaynter

I'm a perfectionist, I work the details to the dots in the i's And I believe if we fall and keep breathing we can always arise. Sometimes I wonder, 'if I'd become everything I wanted as a girl, Would I be better than this or caught up in a different whirl?' I close my eyes and hear the voices of those who look up to me, The hopeful eyes in their pictures.....I think I can see what they see, I want to wake up one morning and see the people I care about happy. I'm a perfectionist, I work the details to the dots in the i's And I believe if we fall and keep breathing we can always arise. I pretend I'm not hurt even when I am, 'Cause when fighting ain't an option,the least we can do is keep calm. There're times when I feel terribly overwhelmed, But bless everything through which I've helmed, There's been God, there's been you, to pull me through. I oft'n worry that the things I so believe in may not be true, And you can trust me to cry at the idea of failing in what I set out to do. I'm a perfectionist, I work the details to the dots in the i's And I believe if we fall and keep breathing we can always arise. I understand that it's hard to please everyone, But if I could, there's nothing I'd want more than to see a smile on the face of every man. I believe and so say everyone deserves a second chance, I judge not...at least never at first glance. I dream of the day when I can look at my life and say 'this is where I wanted to be. I have, I do, I always will try the best in everyone to see, And I hope at the end of my life, I will not have left a trail of broken hearts behind me.

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