I fail a lot. I think the overwhelming number of posts I’ve put on this site where I candidly admit that I haven’t reached some goal I’ve set for the day tells that story well.
Night before last, I failed again. I didn’t write 500 words or 2,000 words, and I didn’t end up staying awake for a night of writing.
Yesterday, I didn’t do any writing at all. I’m not sure why, because I intended to write, but it didn’t happen.
But here’s how I see failure: it’s a chance for a fresh start.
Today, that’s what I’ve done. I’ve given myself a fresh start.
⇒ I will write a minimum of 500 words (255 already written and 245 to go).
⇒ I’ll do everything I can to write at least 2,000 words.
However, I have also come to the conclusion that I do have to start taking my stated goals more seriously. I’m not doing myself any favors by constantly failing to meet them. This easy acceptance of failure has set a bad precedent and become a habit I didn’t want to cultivate.
On that note, I’m going back to my writing. I have a book I haven’t given up hope of finishing this month and I need a lot of words for that to happen.
Update: I wrote 565 words. Not as many as I wanted but beyond that minimum. That’s an okay result. Definitely happy to have stuck to my resolve to get that minimum.