Yesterday, I submitted and article/story idea to a magazine. This is an arena I’ve wanted to step into for quite some time and believe I’ve prepared myself for rejection adequately enough to actually take this first step.
Once I took the step, I realized something new.
I’m more afraid of what people will think of me than I am of my work being rejected.
I wrote about something controversial, leaving me more concerned about people’s perception of who I am and what I stand for rather than my skill as a writer. It would be comforting if the article was rejected, because then I could keep hiding. My thoughts, and my values will remain somewhat private.
I will be safe.
Rejection as comfort? This is something that has never occurred to me before. Hiding is comfortable. But hoping for rejection as a means to stay comfortable is a whole new level of pride for me. Yuck.
Can you relate?