Including National Geographic.
I got an email the other day saying that we didn't get it. Ok, I was bummed out; I cried. It wasn't that I was incredibly disappointed that it didn't happen, it was more that something that has been a huge part of my life for the past 8 months isn't really a part of it anymore.
When we made it past the first level of competition for this grant, I got myself a cheesecake. Yes, an entire cheesecake. It took about two and a half weeks to eat it all but I did that because I love the stuff and I was proud that we made it that far.
Now after finding out that we didn't make it, I am buying myself a smaller cheesecake. I'm celebrating that at 19 years old, I wrote a grant, I took a risk and I knew the amount of work it took to put into it. I was part of the planning process for an expedition and I worked so, so, so hard on this. I'm proud of myself.
I am applying again, and doing another project in the meantime. We are back to square one, and it's good to be positive about the failures. Patience, patience, patience..