Some time ago,
I had to return something to my friend who lives near a central train hub. It was during the morning rush hour so when I was going back it was against a stream of suited-up workers hurriedly heading to their respective offices. It seemed as though I was the only one not headed toward the train when I noticed a little girl running and laughing near me.

Today, I was told that an application I had been diligently working on for six months, was rejected. Awash with disappointment, I went directly into a bathroom stall at the office to cry. My frustration overflowed through my tears, as I tried to settle my thoughts and as I mourned the death of the expectation I had for my application.
What do you do with disappointment?

Sometimes the unknown, going against the grain, trying something new and different is well worth the fear (or laziness) it so often comes along with, even with something as insignificant as taking a different route home.