Just found out that I didn’t get the travel scholarship. Didn’t even make it to the shortlist.
I’m reminded precisely of the reason why I loathe and fear to get my hopes up. EVER. It’s heartbreaking, gut-wrenching, wish-the-earth-would-swallow-me-up pain.
On the other hand, I have a good career, an awesome support group, good opportunities, comfort and stability in a box. So why do I feel so sad?