The 30 Days of Gratitude Challenge: Days 13 to 15 – Seasons, Rejections, & Body Image

I loved the first two questions this time around, as they were relatively easy to answer, but that third one took me deep into parts of myself that I like to avoid thinking about. The challenge is definitely forcing me to find positivity and gratitude in places that I would otherwise hide from. Good job, Challenge-sama.

For more information on this gig, please visit my very first post here.

Day 13: What season of the year are you most grateful for?

Winter. It is my favourite season ever. Hot chocolates. Spicy crab curries and hearty soups. Long knee-high socks. Snuggly blankets. Scary films (I enjoy watching them in the cold season more than any other time of year). Plus, Winter was the season when I moved into my very first home (where I still reside)!

Day 14: What rejection in life are you most grateful for?

This one occurred earlier this year actually, but it was my very first rejection letter from a publisher. It was for my poetry manuscript. The only reason it was rejected was because it wasn’t micro or flash poetry. However, a rejection is a rejection. It showed me how saddening it can feel, yet it also made me realise that it wasn’t a terrible experience. Now that I ripped it off like a band-aid, I’m ready to keep moving forward and ploughing through future rejections until I finally make it, whether it’s for poetry or genre fiction.

Day 15: What about your body are you most grateful for?

I don’t know how to answer this question. I’ve been battling self-image issues for over a decade now. If I absolutely had to find one thing, I would say my height. I’m a short person, relatively speaking, and for the longest time I hated the fact that I was the shorter human out of everyone I knew. Yet, over the past five years or so, I have come to appreciate my height deficiency very much. The only complaint I have about it now is that it makes finding men’s shoes in my size horridly challenging (I’m a size 5.5 in men’s).

11 thoughts on “The 30 Days of Gratitude Challenge: Days 13 to 15 – Seasons, Rejections, & Body Image

  1. Day 14 is an important one. When I first started querying, I heard a lot of horror stories about publishers and agents being terrible to people who were submitting to them. My own experience has been the opposite; everyone has been really nice. Even the clearly standard rejection letters are fine. It really made me wonder what some of the people did to earn a more aggressive response. That first rejection is a big step though and gets you moving towards the eventual acceptance. 🙂

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    • I was SO terrified to send that first query to a publisher. My best friend had been trying to convince me to send it since January and I didn’t get the nerve to do it until Thanksgiving. The waiting period was the worst, but when it came in, it wasn’t bad at all, and it was such a relief. Conquering that made me even more motivated and less anxious about writing more and really diving into it seriously, so as you said, it’s a huge step and really helps a lot.

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    • Yeah, putting things away or pulling stuff down requires me to get on top of the kitchen counters. That is so scary, lemme tell you. I don’t have step stools because the last one I had my cats were always playing with it and I rarely got to use it.

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  2. I’m five foot even. Over my almost 60 years it’s been a bit of a mixed bag, but overall I’ve always been quite content with my height. Not so much my weight… so here’s a few nifty advantages I like; I can wear the highest heels I can find and still never be taller than my date. I can walk under things most people have to duck. Okay, I also need a step stool in my own house. Sigh. Because I’ve always been involved with horses, my small size is an advantage in several ways. I like to train, and I am easier on young horses because I weigh less. I can also work with smaller horses – actually down to pony size – again, because I’m small. Of course, I did my time as a galloper, although I decided not to pursue being a jockey. Back when I was young, women just didn’t become jockeys (how things have changed!). Since I am always looking up at people, I can see their nose hairs. I know, that sounds weird, but try this. Someone says, “boy, you’re short.” and you reply “boy, you need to trim your nose hair”. 😉 I could probably think up more…love yourself, dear one, love yourself.

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    • Haha, I will have to try that nose hair thing. That sounds fantastically fun haha. I can relate to the heels and never being taller than whomever I’m with and not having to duck. I do climb on the kitchen counters to put away/pull down dishes and things, which is always scary, but i’ve gotten used to it. I used to ride horses and you know, it never occurred to me that it would be easier on the horses! That makes me feel good about being short. I also always felt accomplished when I managed to climb the horse for riding. As a kid I felt if I could climb this big horse then nothing is too difficult lol.

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      • Yep, I climb kitchen counters, too which my husband, for some reason, finds hugely amusing. I’m going to say, it keeps you active and physically…not fit exactly but I’m the only person I know who is almost 60 years old and can still climb a tree, dance, climb up on the kitchen counter, etc…LOL.

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  3. Yay winter! Just wait til you live where it snows though, you may change that (winter is coming an us Norse love a mighty snow) I know that rejection can be hard coming from a parent, but just remember you have a family that is thicker then blood. And I was dead sure you where going to say your hair, but way to own your height, now I’ll just walk over your legs so you’ll be short forever muwhaha.

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