It came in the mail today, not that it was a surprise.
At least it lets me move on.
It does make me think about where I will be participating in our community. It may not even be with municipal affairs. I have already offered to help with building a gazebo for WOTCH.
It does remind me of a story I heard once. It was said that a university professor told his class that their first assignment was to submit something to a publisher, just to get rejected. The students were all to hand in their rejection letters as their assignment. As writers they needed to learn that there would be many more rejections in their careers than acceptances.
The best part… it didn’t kill me. I guess rejection isn’t so bad.