I don't write about this because it's easy because it certainly is not. It's not some romanticization of myself as a "struggling artist" type. It's because I know that I am not alone. I'm surrounded by many kindred spirits. We're all trying to make it. With each failure, we have a choice: we can either be closer to giving up or closer to getting to where we need to be. Walt Disney was fired from his job at a newspaper because he “he lacked imagination and had no good ideas.” He was no stranger to failed businesses and bankruptcy. The Wright Brothers went through years of failed airplane prototypes. Einstein's teachers has ruled him out. And, perhaps closest to my own plight, Oprah was told that she was "unfit for television." Look at them now.
I don't really know what else to say, honestly. I don't feel qualified to offer some "glimmer of hope" advice because I have not found it myself. I'm in a dark place but I have to keep pushing forward. We all do. That's life. I wish it could be macarons and perfectly un-smudged winged eyeliner every day but it's not. We were never promised that it would be easy, simple, or fair. Despite all this, we must persevere.