dee-nyed

Did anyone ever say that a little rejection is good for the soul?  If not, let me be the first.

When I learned today that I didn't get the job -- the job for which I think I'm well suited, which I was excited about, which seemed a perfect match -- my reaction was "They didn't want me.  What's wrong with me?"

I started humming Loser. 

And then, lo and behold, I felt that little spark of competition come me to life in me; the flame that I haven't felt in months.

Everything's been coming too easily of late: surgery, illness, death -- it's all been dumped by the gods of Reckless Abandon.

My tune switched to We're Not Gonna Take It.

Yesterday I walked 3.5 miles.

Tomorrow I jog.

Then I'm going in search of a kickboxing class.