I hit a wall this morning. I think I might for the first time in my life have rejection fatigue. I never tried hard enough to be honored with this advanced level psychiatric condition. I got so terrified at the idea of sending out another email that I ended up shutting down my laptop and spending the day buying plants at IKEA. Am I failing at this experiment? How do I channel my hero Julia Child? She didn't even learn how to cook until she was 36. That buys me 4 years.