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.