I was at the World Trade Center yesterday (and today) for the food expo, looking for people to interview. I was able to do two interviews yesterday and follow up others in the coming days. But I got rejected, too, yesterday and today. After 30 years of doing this, it still stings. That’s why I don’t think I will last in sales.

But as another reporter told me:

You know, I just have to rhink that it’s not me who they are rejecting but rather it’s my publication. They’re not ok with providing info, while others are willing because they stand to gain something. Rejections mean I tried to look for stories, that I did my job…

Maybe because I put too much effort in chasing stories that I couldn’t detach myself from my job. I feel like rejection of my efforts is a personal rejection.

Or maybe I’m just perimenopausal. 🫠

I just learned two days ago that my friends in our HK office got retrenched. Some high-level people, too. The owner is highly leveraged that the banks aren’t happy with refinancing his debts. So the owner has to cut some more, straight to the bone, to appease the creditors.

For a moment I panicked and I had been asking God, why is that I don’t understand what he wants for me? Why aren’t my job applications moving forward? I was asking for clear directions but I feel like I can’t hear Him. All I get is the message wait.

Then this appeared on my FY:

I have to be patient and not panic.