But, unless I can convince the calendar makers that the end of November is actually December 14th, I’ll be forced to put a tattoo on my forehead that reads, NaNoFlunkie.”
However, I do have reasons I failed. Well, not reasons exactly, but things I didn’t allot time for:
· My chin needed waxed.
· Too many catalogs arrived in the mail.
· My cat coughed up a hairball.
· There was a James Bond Movie Marathon on TV.
· I got a hangnail on my typing finger.
· New neighbor moved in next door, and I had to watch him.
· My eyeballs got stuck to my binoculars when hunky new neighbor took off his shirt.
· I sprained my ankle running to take a bottle of water to Rock…er…my new neighbor.
· I pulled a back muscle helping Rock-my-world…er…Rock…ah…new neighbor hunk tote his mattress up his steps.
Life happens. How often do we set goals only to have life or those in our lives hinder our achieving those goals? Yet instead of rolling with the punches, we tend to get down on ourselves. We feel like failures. But are we? Are we failures for setting goals? Or are we merely guilty of expecting too much of ourselves?
When I set a goal of writing 50,000 words during NaNo, I didn’t factor in taking 6 days to travel to see the grandkids over Thanksgiving, helping 2 of the writers I mentor, or that the first round of edits would arrive from my editor.
When we set ourselves up for failure by expecting too much, we do a disservice to ourselves. In my case, instead of lamenting not reaching my 50,000 word goal, I’ve decided to rejoice over my tally of 36,000 words.
OK, so I’m not a NaNo winner, but I am a NaNo survivor. All things considered, that’s pretty cool. Be gentle to yourself when you set goals.