I received a rejection letter this morning for an article on Lent that I'd sent to a Catholic magazine published in Canada. It was a kind rejection, pointing out that 80% of their writers had to be Canadian, and that their quota of Americans was full.
My list of submissions for various pieces is growing, and as my friend DiDi tells me, rejection letters are a sign that I am moving forward in my life as a writer. It is good to have friends who are optimists and encouragers. They point out truths that you don't always see on your own.