Thursday, July 28, 2016

Loser

Rejection- nobody likes to feel its sting.  Yet, it’s almost impossible to make it through a lifetime without becoming too acquainted with the sensation.  I’ve been thinking about the various ways that rejection has reared its ugly head in my life and how I reacted to it.  Many people will tell you that how you react to a negative situation is most important in determining its power over you, and based on my observations and experiences this is mostly true.  Oh yes, there are the few and far between people who seem to have Teflon personalities who don’t let any form of rejection stop them from their agendas (i.e. Mr. Trump) but most of us seem at least momentarily to be sidetracked by the punch of rejection. 

I’ve been very lucky when it comes to my career.  It has led me to different school districts and different kinds of jobs all surrounding my love of children, reading, and writing.  But there was a period of time not so long ago when it seemed like every job for which I interviewed was a dead end.  I can remember driving my mother to visit my sister who was in a hospital in MA at the time.  I felt so sure of getting this position for which I had just interviewed that I was bubbly telling my mother all the ideas I had for the new school year.  That bubble of excitement was burst with a text informing me that I did not get the job.  Now, this rejection happened at the beginning of my father’s battle with leukemia so granted I was already emotionally fragile. But my reaction of not getting this position was to start crying right there going 65MPH  on I-90 East. I allowed it to make me miserable not just that day but for many weeks following. I allowed myself to fall back into a depression that threatened any joy that tried to make its way into my life.  Now that I have distance and a much better paying teaching position, I realize how that rejection was really a blessing.  Because I was not working full time during this time period, I was able to spend more time with my father both at home and at his frequent chemotherapy/blood transfusion appointments.  At the time I could not see the Divine’s greater plan so I was pretty miserable.  Instead of seeing it as a blessing in disguise, I dwelled on the pain and embarrassment of not working. 

But then a funny thing happened…well, not funny in a “ha ha” way; it’s what I call a God’s Gotcha Moment.  I was still essentially unemployed at the end of my father’s life although I was working some per diem days grading exams.  On the day of his funeral as we were riding in the limousine on the way to the cemetery, I received a voice message.  I listened to the message just to distract myself from the sadness of the day and heard that my interview for a position with the New York State Education Department was cancelled because another applicant had decided she did want the position. Since she had a higher score on the exam we took, she had the right to first refusal.  Now, this rejection also hit me at a highly emotional time in my life.  However, my reaction to this blow was literally to start laughing.  My mother asked me what I was laughing at and I didn’t tell her because I didn’t think she would see the humor.  I believe now that my laughter was the result of this God’s Gotcha Moment.  I mean really, how much more pathetic can you be than to be burying your father and your chance at finally getting a really good position all in the same moment?  In other words, I realized that there were other things in life that were more important than that job.  Being with my father over the course of that year allowed me to get a better perspective on the whole situation.  My father himself assured me before his death that a teaching position would become available in this area (which it most certainly did).  Until it did appear, I was able to help my mother through all the aftereffects of losing a spouse.   

I have carried this lesson with me during the past three years as I struggled with issues at work and that “letting go and letting God” thing really did work.  But as I have often written about in this blog, things haven’t worked as smoothly in my personal life.  I’m dealing with trying to understand “God’s Gotcha Moment” that I’m currently experiencing.  Some people that I really should leave in the past keep pulling at my emotions.  I have allowed people who really don’t care about me have power in my life and that makes me angry.  Now, I will take anger as an emotion over depression any day.  But we all know that anger unexpressed can be a soul crusher.  So I’m trying to work out how to deal with the repeated stings of rejection and to let the Universe bring new people in my life.  I’ve already been blessed with some great new people who have become friends in the true sense of the word.  They support me with reaching my fitness goals and with doing the best for the kids we teach.  My dilemma revolves around my compulsion to give certain people yet another chance to build bridges when all they seem to want to do is to burn them.  In the end I think trying to live the Serenity prayer is going to be my best bet to bounce back and finally break the constant flow of rejection that I have been experiencing. 

            Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change (like   stupid people who don’t appreciate the great person I am),
            the courage to change the things I can (like to forget persons X and Y ever existed as they have easily done with me),
            and the wisdom to know the difference (and not to keep banging my head         against the wall and writing dopey blog posts).


Yeah, and maybe throw an anger management course my way. 


Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Grace

Serendipity is defined as a "fortunate happenstance" or "pleasant surprise".  I've had this phenomenon happen to me a few times, and each time it ushered some of the happiest times of my life.  For instance, one year I was selected by a former student as the most influential teacher in her life.  As I was attending the dinner for this celebration, I ran into the superintendent of the school district where I had just interviewed for a new position.  She immediately recognized me and came up to talk to me. By the end of our conversation, I was sure that I was going to get the new job (which I did).  The sweetness of this event still brings a smile to my face.  I'm not sure if they were going to offer me the job before this event, but the serendipity surrounding that night was tangible and comforting.

So what is the word for the opposite of serendipity? Which word best describes what I have experienced this morning? You see, in the past few days I have received some upsetting news that has taken my plans and dreams for my future and has completely destroyed them.  Those of you who have known me for a while probably are aware that I have tried (and failed) for years to adopt a child from China.  China has had stringent laws surrounding the adoption of abandoned children, and many of them are formed to prevent someone like me adopting.  Even though I have no criminal record, have never been suspected of child abuse, and have extensive experience with children I have been unfit in the eyes of China to adopt.  In the past my biggest detriment was that I was single.  But once China opened up to singles once more, I thought that maybe I could possibly adopt.  I never thought that the medication I take could be used as a reason to deny me the right to adopt.  My great sin? The fact that I take medication to help me manage my anxiety and depression.  

I was all ready to adopt a little boy who had a minor medical need that could be easily handled here in the US.  He is only 18 months old and like any other baby needs a mother.  I have been preparing to move to an area with a good school district and was seriously thinking about changes that would have to be made in order to best facilitate my ability to be the best mom possible.  Things were going well until I found out about this one little regulation concerning China's attitude towards mental illness of any kind.  One little phone call and all of my plans are shattered.  At age 48 it seems like I have to come to terms with the fact that I will never be a mother.  Needless to say, it has been a sad week.  

Fast forward to this morning as I am trying to distract myself from this news.  I am doing one of those mindless Facebook quizzes that is totally random and based only on your profile picture.  This one promises to tell you what your name really means.  So the word geek in me decides that I need to know this result, and this is the word that comes up: MOTHER.  I guess the opposite of serendipity is irony. I have always thought that my true life purpose was to be a mother.  Friends and family have always told me how good I am with their children and how good of a mother I would be.  A good friend of mine once told me that I already was a mother in a way to my niece because of the close relationship we share.  But being a mother "in a way" isn't the same.  Being a nurturing teacher doesn't fill that hole in my soul.  Loving my pets and treating them better than many children are treated isn't the same.  Those of you that are parents must know what I mean.  Nothing can ever be the same as being a mother.

Seeing that word "MOTHER" on the screen shook me to my core.  I do believe that God or the Universe sends us messages and little nudges to encourage us in our darkest moments.  But I can't help and feel bitter about this stupid quiz result.  It feels like a taunt meant to pierce my heart.  So I turn to my writing, as I do so often, to help me make sense of it all.  Clarity may still be out of my reach, but I do believe that "Grace makes beauty out of ugly things".  Just going to take a while to get rid of the bitterness and sadness that I feel.