Firstly I would like to say thank you for all of the love and support that I’ve received so far, I hope you like what you’re reading! My plan for my blog posts is to be fortnightly on Wednesday evenings, however with A Level results day tomorrow, I thought I’d do a special post just for that. Today I will be tackling the topic of disappointment from my own experience.
By the way, before you guys call me a witch or something for associating results day with disappointment, I just want to say as a disclaimer that I honestly wish the best for everyone tomorrow and I pray that it is a day of joy & happiness.
I don’t know how to break it to you however, but not everyone will get into their firm university choice. Trust me, I’m speaking from experience. This time last year I was so scared but I was almost certain that God would come through for me and I would end up going to my dream university.
I remember the whole application process, from when I even received an offer from my firm university, I was so over the moon. It was the uni that was out of my reach academically but the fact that they wanted me, I was so sure that that was my uni. I thought it was God’s blessing. The thing is, people always had amazing testimonies on results day, I was so prepared to be one of them. When people asked me what uni I was going to, I would say that uni with so much confidence and pride. I had faith in God that I would go to that university regardless of ‘how high’ it was, but the real test of faith is actually keeping the faith even when things are not going your way.
So when I woke up on results day, my heart was thudding but as I said, I was almost certain that my phone would read ‘congratulations!’ It did read ‘congratulations’ but from the wrong uni. I was so devastated, I literally just cried in bed. I closed my eyes and thought it was a joke, but when I opened it again- the reality was that I didn’t get into my firm university. All of my peers were rejoicing and I couldn’t even be jealous of them because I was proud of them, I just wish that I was amongst them.
I was just thinking to myself ‘if only I worked harder’. I remember I was so dramatic, I was literally asking God ‘why me?’ The funny thing is that I am laughing as I write this now which just shows that those feelings were just temporary. All that mattered was that my family were proud of me for getting into university.
Life was too short to dwell on it. I had every reason to be proud of myself. I honestly feel like you will always be your hardest critic, but don’t be too hard on yourself. I just want to reassure you guys that it is not everything that seems like a disappointment that is actually one. Sometimes things not going according to your plan can even be a blessing (even though it might not seem like it at the time).
Whatever it may be, not just necessarily A Level results- it could be rejection from a job that you wanted or numerous things that just lead you to feeling like a failure. We’ve all been there, don’t think that you are alone, it is all about the comeback. How long do you let that disappointment define who you are? There will always be light at the end of the tunnel, even though it may not feel like it right now- but tomorrow will be a better day. I just pray that you find the strength to keep on going at all times.
Just remember that ‘your current situation is not your final destination’. Life might throw certain disappointments your way, but it just makes the success story sweeter. Appreciate the journey, it allows for growth. Your success is around the corner. Never lose faith in yourself.