I had a bad day yesterday. Or maybe a bad week… or year. Yes, that’s it. I’ve had a bad year. I’ve experienced a lot of rejection over the past year in terms of job searching.
“I’ve been burned so many times at this point I’m basically the human equivalent of the inside of a roasted marshmallow.” (David Rose, Schitt’s Creek)
But seriously. Me:
It’s taken me some time to realize this, but I think in all of these rejections, I can see some good.
For one, I’ve certainly grown stronger and it has forced me to learn more about myself than ever.
Two, I’ve learned that I love design and what I do. I wouldn’t still be trying if I didn’t. I think in any competitive industry, you have to love it or you won’t last.
Three, there is good in every rejection.
I’ve noticed that many, if not all, of my rejections have been fairly positive. Whether or not this is honest feedback or just what people are telling me to be nice, positive feedback isn’t negative feedback.
I’m out here trying and still impressing people, regardless of the outcome.
Sure it can be frustrating knowing that there’s often nothing I could have done—the job is just not for me, or there was someone else who was a slightly better ‘fit.’ Blah.
But in this, I’ve learned my worth—and it’s a lot. I’ve learned that I don’t want to settle for less than great. It’s taken me, an autist, years of struggle, painful rejection, and working a lot of jobs (pre-career) I didn’t like to get here, but I am finally here.
From now on, to help with the rejection sensitive dysphoria, every time I get a rejection I will think they are simply missing out on me.
Sure, they likely hired someone else. This person is likely good, too, so you may argue they’re not missing out on anything—they still got a good designer out of it.
But they are still missing out on me, my brain, my ideas, my skill, and my enormous amounts of passion for all the design things.
No other person will make what I make, exactly how I make it, think how I think, and have the ideas that I have, and that is a powerful thought.
So, pardon me, but I’m just gonna keep going ’til I find the people who really see me and are not willing to miss out on all that.