we regret to inform you

I got an email Friday morning.
It looked like this.

To be perfectly honest, I’m just beginning to process how I feel about it.
Here’s a quick look into that:
Wait. What?
Disappointment.
Incredulity.
Fuck you, Mason.
I’m not even surprised.
We regret to inform you? Aaand fuck you some more.
A competitive program. And I’m just not competitive enough?
But WHY am I not good enough?
Am I even mad?
I have absolutely no idea what I feel.
Shiiiiit! That was my plan. Now what am I going to do?

I sent the screen cap above to YBW and both the girls Friday morning before I went to school.
YBW was initially sad for me, “Oh no! I’m so sorry, baby!” then he was mad for me, “well…fuck them.”
It was the YBWest response, and it honestly gave me great comfort. Sometimes when you can’t get mad, it’s nice to have someone get mad for you.
Thing 1 replied, “Oh no!” then texted me a bit later on, “Oh no! I just got your email (sad face emoji)”
Thing 2 replied, “How are you feeling about that email?” then after a bit I got a text that said, “How are you feeling about that email? Or are you not ready to discuss it yet?”
These three people are my strongest support network. They each responded in a way that is unique to who they are.
My love, gratitude, and appreciation are bigger than I even have words.

I have been encouraged to feel my feels before I attempt to make any plans.
I have been encouraged to consider what my feels actually mean before I begin to decide how to move forward.
I have been encouraged with love and mindful conversation.
I have been encouraged with cocktails and hugs.
I have even been encouraged by Baby K’s sweet giggles. (Like, she doesn’t know what’s up she’s just happy to talk to her Birdie. Perhaps I should take a play out of her book?)

I asked my beloved friend and mentor Jessica to write one of my two recommendation letters.
I broke down and emailed her the screen cap this morning. She replied, “I’m speechless. My heart hurts for your heart. Hugging you! Loving you!”

My therapist wrote the second letter.
She doesn’t know yet. I’ll have that conversation with her when I’m there the first week of February.

Y’all, I am disappointed.
And a little sad.
And defensive AF.
I feel overwhelmed by making a new plan. (That’s exactly why I’m being encouraged to wait.)
This Destination girl is pretty much ‘fuck all y’all’ to the Journey right now.
However, I am aware that the Journey is meant to be what’s important. (but fuck that too)

YBW suggested I take an allotted amount of time to swim around in my feels. Then amended the suggestion in case it wasn’t enough time. I’m not sure I’m actively feeling my feels. I mean, I don’t actually feel anything.
Me calling out: I’m going to need a minute over here!

Am I feeling?
Am I suppressing?
Am I feeling all the things at the same time and therefore can’t sort them out?
Seriously, fuck this.
Well, it’s pretty clear I’m feeling that, huh?

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10 thoughts on “we regret to inform you

  1. I’m so sorry! And you have every right to feel angry and upset and sad and all those things! But it doesn’t take away from the fact that you are awesome and amazing!xoxo

    • Thank you for stating my ‘awesome’ and ‘amazing’ facts! ❤
      I feel all the feels and yet nothing. I'm not sure how to be with that. But, I'm pretty content with how frequently I'm saying the F word, so that's something.
      I sincerely appreciate your kind words of support! xoxo ❤

  2. They’re Mad if they don’t like you.
    Tell them to Bugger Off.
    Something Much Better will turn up soon. 🌹🌹🌹

  3. Oh Robyn, I’m so sorry. I read the letter and it made me think of the similar courses here in the UK in the psych and counselling fields where there’s so much ‘competition’ but so few places. I had always hoped to apply to a Clinical Psychology postgraduate, until my health went down the toilet, but I knew I was up against this ‘tough competition’ too. It sucks, it well and truly sucks, because it doesn’t even matter how good you are if the numbers are stacked against you. It’ll knock the wind out of your sails but don’t let it keep you down. Fuck ’em. I’m proud at how many ‘fucks’ you’ve given in this post. That’s the right attitude!
    Hugs,
    Caz xxxx

    • Thank you so much for your kind and supportive words! ❤
      'It well and truly sucks' is dead accurate, so thanks for that!
      And oh, yes…so many fucks flying round here!

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