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Some days, I feel less like a journalist and more like a door-to-door salesperson. Today, I had the equivalent of three doors rudely slammed in my face. It’s on days like these that I have to remind myself that rejections are not a reflection on my worth as a person, or even as a journalist.
I’ll get over it in time. For now, pass the chocolate, please.
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