Plan B
I use to have a hard time with being told no. I just don’t like rejection. Who does? As a mature adult, I’ve learned to accept no and to always have a Plan B in place. Actually, I kind of like being told no. Usually, when I’m told no I go back to the drawing board and create a better plan. When I finally get my yes it’s usually a better fit all around.
More unsolicited advice to you. Don’t give up on yourself, your goals, your dreams just because you were told no by someone. Maybe your plan needs to be tweaked a little or perhaps it’s fine just as it is. Just because your idea isn’t received by someone or an organization doesn’t mean it’s not a good idea, plan. Sometimes it could be just not the right timing or the right space. I have an idea right now that I’m kicking around to an organization. I know this is one of my best ideas to date. They really like the idea and want to endorse it, but they currently don’t have the resources. I can appreciate that, but I won’t let my idea die. I believe in my idea, this may just not be the space or time for it. So, do us all a favor: Find another way. Plan B. Don’t deny yourself or others of your greatness. Lucky for us, J.K. Rowling found another way otherwise we would have been denied Harry Potter.
Chrisetta Mosley
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!