The rejection email felt like the third heatwave in a week 😞. Scorched, I stared at the screen, another interview gone south. Doubt, my unwelcome roommate, crept in. Was I good enough? Did I belong here?
Just then, a memory flickered. I was 8, tiny fingers gripping a worn badminton racket. My opponent, twice my size, towered over the net. Each smash sent shivers down my spine, but I wouldn’t budge. Every missed shot fueled my determination. Finally, on match point, a backhand clear kissed the sideline. Victory. The taste of sweat and triumph was sweeter than any trophy. 😇
That day, I learned resilience wasn’t a superpower, but a muscle built rep by rep. Interviews might feel like a never-ending rally, but giving up wasn’t an option.
So, I dusted myself off. Studied smarter, practiced harder. Talked to hiring managers, listened to their stories. Each “no” offered a lesson, a chance to improve.
Then, the email arrived. A different tone, a chance to prove myself. The interview was a marathon, but with each question, I channeled my 8-year-old self. I wasn’t afraid to sweat, to stumble, to fight for the win.
And I did.
This isn’t a “happily ever after” story. The journey continues, with its share of ups and downs. But now, I know: interviews aren’t just about skills, they’re about spirit. They’re about remembering the little victories, the grit that defines you, and the unwavering belief that you belong.
So, chin up! Turn rejections into lessons, doubts into fuel, and keep swinging that interview racket. Remember, the will to crack it just might be your winning shot.
Cheers 🥂
