Yesterday, I competed in an online Congressional Debate tournament. It was States. I was so amped up and excited. I thought I had a real chance at placing in the top three. I didn’t. I got sixth.
I was incredibly disappointed, sad, frustrated, and angry. I spent the rest of the day “licking my wounds” and processing my own disappointment.
First, I yelled and screamed. That lasted like a minute because I was pretty beat from a long day of competition.
Second, I sat in bed, wallowing. My mind ran in circles beginning and ending with “What could I have done better?”, “What’s wrong with me?”, and “Why did the judges like x competitors’ speeches over mine?”
Third, I cried. I had a nice good cry. I refuse to cry in front of other people, but when I’m alone and need a release crying is a great option.
Fourth, I journaled. It was a short entry about half a page in my A5 size notebook.
Fifth, I took a nap. I genuinely think there isn’t a single problem that can’t be made better by taking a nap. I loveeeee sleeping. I think I might have been made to sleep. Sleeping is key 🔑!
Sixth, I ate my favorite snack: strawberries and Nutella. There’s nothing like your favorite snack to cheer you up when you’re feeling low. Be careful not to overeat as that might make you feel even worse. Remember: there’s NO shame in going back for seconds, thirds, fourths or even fifths!
Seven, I declared to myself and my family that I was “over it”. This declaration was helpful because I decided to be done with wallowing and self-pity (which is fine in moderation). At some point, you just have to move on, so I moved on.
Writing this post now feels cathartic and renewing. I’m letting go my disappointment and resolving to spend my time on things that will make me feel good!
Disappointment is shitty, but you’re not! You will get through this!