I applied for a freelance writing job with Oprah.com.
I’ve never been more excited to get a rejection letter in my whole life.
Unless of course, Mama Oprah’s (literal or figurative) arms open up and welcome me into her world. My dreams of A) getting paid a real salary to work on the internet, and B) getting one step closer to my idol would finally be fulfilled.
It could happen, right?
Or (at the suggestion of a friend) I’ll print out that rejection letter, put it in a fancy frame, and mount that puppy on my wall next to my diplomas.