Rejection

I won't lie. Rejection is hard. Sure, I'm accustomed to it. After all, I've been dating for more than twenty years. But having my new baby, 'BURBAN BABE, rejected feels a little different. I feel a strong urge to protect my baby by keeping her safely locked up in my room. I know that won't serve her, or me, in the long run. So, I keep sending her out there, hoping one day someone will see what I see and give her a chance.

Rejection, and the role it plays in every aspect of my life, has been on my mind. I guess getting rejected is a part of taking chances by putting yourself out there in the universe. Any time you dare to say, "Here I am," there is a chance someone will say, "So what?" I've decided it's a good thing I get rejected at least once a day, often more. I have dates, clients, and agents all saying, "No, thanks." I keep going, though. Because for every five dates or clients that says no, there is one that says yes. I'm sure there is an agent out there who will think 'BURBAN BABE is worth a peek, and will love my baby as much as I do.

In the meantime, I have my dad's approval. He thought 'BURBAN BABE was funny, sad, deep, and ultimately hopeful. I couldn't ask for a bigger Yes than that.