Just came out of a 75 min meditation to realize I'm gonna be fine if it's another cycle of straight rejections. Like, a-okay. Happily backpacking down a dirt road and chewing on wild onion greens in the sunshine a-okay. Whew!
Unanimous response to my rejections from the people who know me and my poems well: "Wow, that school fucked up bad."
Forwarding their defensive love to everyone else riding the R train π
We can go streaking together π
Alright Columbia and NYU, the monastery I'm looking at opens for reservations on March 15, so you have until then to accept me with full funding or else I pursue happiness and writing on my ownβSO THERE π€
Whew, I feel this. Wishing you peace and confidence. I wish I'd started refuting those negative thoughts way earlier in my own life, but can report that with practice and support, they can be ignored.
Thank you so much for sharing, and absolute best of luck to youβand your friend. It's been hard learning how morally and ethically untethered universities have become, especially around what should have been a slam dunk "right side of history" humanitarian issue. If I'm honest, it gives me pause about Columbia specifically.