“After carefully reviewing all the applicant packages, I regret to inform you that your package was not selected to move forward in this year’s residency selection process.”
Wait. What? I didn’t even know I had a package!
Back up four months and allow me to explain. If you remember, I applied for the #AmtrakResidency in March with wild, romantic visions to write the next great American novel and best seller while traveling the rails and soaking in the countryside.
Turns out that 16K other applicants had the same idea.
I received the rejection e-mail yesterday along with 15,885 other dream-dashed souls. It was a long shot and while I’m disappointed, I’m realistic and not even close to being devastated.
Life is too short, right?
I may have missed it by a mile…or an entire line of rusty Union Pacific cars. Who knows? What I DO know is that my husband is a little relieved–he still doesn’t trust me with the water bill much less travel. I’m determined to pursue this whole writing thing with a 5:30 am. pre-day job discipline at my beautiful, homebound mahogany desk.
Thanks to talented blogger friends–Christy and Paul along with my forever bestie, Kelsey…I turned what could have been a downer (with other unspoken disappointments) into a day that I’m forever grateful for.
Not me! The venue sucks, the food is horrible and I can’t find chocolate anywhere. This is one party I will not be attending.