The letter

It came in the form of a letter.  Short and simple, to the point.

Your application has been considered and I regret you have not been successful on this occasion.

Where did I go wrong?

It’s impossible for me to view my actions objectively.  What I need is a Secret teacher who can guide me, and let me know where I am letting myself down.  They could view the situation as an outsider and let me know where it all turned to crap.  And then they would pick me up off the floor and re-motivate me to keep believing. 

I feel it would be very easy to give up right now.  I can’t say I have as much faith in the Universe as I did a few days ago.  But I can’t give up.  I promised myself I would stick with this thing for six months.  Plus, if I gave up now I’d be right back at the beginning.  No job, and no hope.  At least with this Secret project I have a tiny little ray of hope, even if the brightness of that ray has faded over the last few days.

So for now I’ll just tell myself over and over, until I believe it again: Ask, Believe, Receive.

Ask, Believe, Receive.

Ask, Believe, Receive.

Ask, Believe, Receive.