REJECTION DOESN'T HURT TOO BAD

I got the mail this afternoon and opened a letter from UVM. It read:

Dear Deanna:

I regret to inform you that you were not selected for admission into the Field Naturalist Program. Our pool of applicants was especially large this year, which meant that we were unable to offer admission to many talented individuals such as yourself.

While I realize that this brief letter is far from tidings of good cheer, I do hope that you accept my sincere best wishes for whatever the future holds.

Good luck to you in your future endeavors.

Sincerely,

Director of Field Naturalist Program

So far I am not taking it too badly. It was a nice letter, right? The next step is to figure out why they didn't choose me (I have a feeling it was my low GRE scores), if they are willing to divulge that information. And after that who knows, maybe the best thing is not to try to hard. To appreciate what I have and ease up on the searching; to learn to be content and not to expect so much. But knowing me, I will keep searching, keep trying, push myself, catch glimpses of where I would like to be, all the while reminding myself of the good things that have come to me, the greatness of my life, and the fortune I have found in my relationship with Dave. After all, support from family and friends, and the complexity of our relationships, are the things that really matter, the things that keep me solid and whole.