Oh, honey. No.
The Universe gently laid her hand on my shoulder.
I had just been rejected for the second time in the span of three days. I braced myself to feel the disappointment of being a total failure, of being unwanted, of missing out. Instead, I felt the breath slowly exit my body and my shoulders relaxed for the first time in weeks.
Two tremendous opportunities were extended to two people who are not me. And instead of feeling hurt and upset, all I felt was pure relief.
Had I been selected, I am positive that I would have said Yes – whether I wanted to or not. We often don’t have the confidence, the strength, or the foresight to say it for ourselves. Sometimes we keep on hoarding those yesses until we crumble under the weight of them. And other times, we are saved when the Universe intervenes and whispers,
Oh, honey. No.
For many of us, we don’t know something is wrong for us until choice is removed from the table. We’ve all had these moments right? When rejection was the best thing that could have ever happened.
I’ve been passed over for promotions I thought I wanted. I’ve been dumped by boys who weren’t nice enough to me. I’ve been told that “We’re all out of the pumpkin ale tonight.” But right around the corner from Oh, honey. No. was the right job, the right boy, the most perfect Scotch Ale.
Listen to those whispers. Right around the corner from oh honey no is the right hell yes.
[ Come fail with me. ]