Project Happiness: Day 8

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On Day 8, happiness came to me in the form of achievement.  By 3pm I had nearly lost hope to be accepted as an official speaker, I started doubting myself, and my performance and wondered if I should have approached the whole thing differently.  I kept wondering which one of those ladies has outdone me.  Was it possible?  Was there another student who could have done a better job?  So I called mother dearest, with a throat constricted with tears, wondering why I haven't heard from them yet.  If I had been rejected then I would have liked to know.  It is this wait that annoyed me the most.

I was on the verge of giving up this tiny and shallow dream of mine after my mother reminded me that perhaps it was for the better and maybe I was better off not being chosen.  But something inside me was upset and I even asked the Lord: why will you deny me such a small wish? (Cruelty from my side, I know)

I also spoke to my beau and told him how disappointed I was.  He told me to take a nap and forget about it.

I then got angrier and decided to boycott the ceremony altogether and not show up.  How very childish of me yes I must admit!!

So I turned on the AC, wore my jammies, and was about to drown my sorrows in my pillow and comfy duvet when my bb flashed.  I opened it and saw the email: VOT.  Even at this moment, my belief was shaky, and expected it to be a rejection but what I saw made me jump with joy, literally.  JUMP. So I jumped and jumped and gave out a silent scream and jumped some more and called mom with more choked up tears and screamed: I have been chosen and called my beau too and repeated the same phrase.

I have been chosen.

This is a phrase we all work hard towards regardless of the situation.  We all want to be the chosen ones, chosen by a university, workplace, a family, a friendship but most importantly, we all strive to be chosen by a man to be loved and wanted and married.

I was chosen this time.

Will The One finally choose me?

This time, I won't let repeat the usual: only time will tell / I wonder what the future holds.  This time I shall say this: By God's Grace.

So on my 8th day, happiness was an achievement, some stability and a wonderful signature massage with S at the Spa.

Till we meet again,

Sedeso