Tuesday, October 28, 2014
I was sitting reading American Zoetrope, contemplating my future when I realized that somewhere, I have my first ever writing rejection letter from them. It's probably tucked away in a broken shoebox with the "warm fuzzies" from my City Year days. A warm fuzzy is a note, usually anonymous from another Corps Member telling you how singularly awesome you are. They're silly things, really, but I kept them all because until that point in my life, very few people told me that I was even decent, let alone awesome. It's odd how I've chosen to store those things in the same place.
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