I wear my heart on my sleeve, and resentment on my backside: time to cull my emotional wardrobe.

It feels like I have shrunk. For my five-foot-nothing frame, this is not a good thing. As it is, I need to use my 'bouncy bubbly' personality to gain space in the world, so when that bounce is deflated and the bubble is popped I feel insignificantly small. I have opened my inbox and there is another rejection letter. I know the pattern now: I will leave it there as a "motivator", I'll reply and ask for feedback and then receive some generic unhelpful blurb about 'not the right fit at this time' or 'many highly qualified candidates'. In other words, I will prolong the pain just to punish myself a little bit more.

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