The Dangers of Deservance

Over the past few years, I’ve been turned down from several jobs I desperately wanted.

 
I’ve racked up more rejections than Wile E. Coyote trying to catch the Road Runner. They’re all documented on a page in my journal titled ‘Professional Failures’.

Regardless of the time that has passed, reading that page still makes me wince.

I’ve envisioned a life for almost every job I’ve applied to. How everything would come together, how meaningful the work would be, how happy I would be. The high-rise apartment I’d get with my friends downtown, floor to ceiling windows with a big table to play Euchre. Making more money than anyone in my family ever had—taking the tab at dinner, spontaneously buying my friends gifts, surprising my parents with a vacation. Or sitting in a leather chair in some luxurious oak-laden library in Oxford, legs crossed, nose buried in Aristotle. Or writing and working in cool coffee shops around Austin.

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