I wait to hear about a part-time position for which I interviewed two weeks ago. I am almost certain the answer will be no. Truth be told, if the answer is yes, I have some praying to do.
I used to see no as only a failure to get my way. Now it takes on different dimensions. Part of it may be that now I am almost 57, with more than half those years ordained. Life experiences, the gains and the losses, all the gains and the losses, show me, when I consider them, that I have probably learned more about what comes next from the no than from the yes. Of course when I am waiting for something, I always want the answer to be yes … so I can decide. A no means the ball is out of my court. I can only begin to see the possibilities when I take a step back. Sometimes it even takes two steps.
Consider this:
A no is always a loss of some sort. I believe we spend our life regaining our balance in light of things not going our way. The no response puts us off-balance. Where have you heard no most recently? How will you take that no and grieve it? Who can be there with you as you live through the stages of grief, whether they are the standard Kubler-Ross stages, in a standard order, or whether you skip over anger and live in denial for a time? Who are your grief-buddies?
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