Dreaming of Failure

Following dreams can be complicated. Especially when we're not sure what the exact end goal is. Sometimes we have to just sit down and start. I wake up every morning to write and there is never a moment when I sit down at my desk and say "I know exactly what I want to say." It never happens that way. Sure, sometimes I have a vague idea, but it rarely ends up turning out exactly the way I think it will. But isn't that life in a nutshell? Do we ever wake up and say "I know what is about it happen today. Every detail. Any detail?" No. But we wake up every morning and we start the day.

So why are we so reluctant to do that with our dreams? Fear? Fear of what? Failure? We should be embracing failure, shouldn't we? At least if we fail, we can say that we tried, and hopefully that we learned so that we can try again and eventually succeed - even if that success isn't what we pictured it to be at the start of the venture.

So I wake up every morning and I sit down at my computer and I write. I write without knowing what words are going to come out of me and sometimes they're good words and often they're not, but words happen and that's all I can ask for.

Except I'm going to ask one more thing, and I'm going to ask it of you: Will you fail with me? Will you wake up and do the thing you wish you could do and probably not do it well for a while so that you can eventually get to a point where you feel like you kick ass at that thing? Because I don't want to be alone here. We're all failures, right? So why don't we fail together?

 

I'm Essentially Just a Giant Failure Who Loves Christmas.

HAPPY DECEMBER, EVERYONE!!! advent1

This is without a doubt my favorite time of year. This and summer. And fall. And Spring.

Okay, I kind of love all the seasons, but the Christmas time is one of the best. For sure.

I started playing Christmas music in my apartment while I decorated today and then I made some cookies that turned out terribly. Martha Stewart is a liar and her recipe did NOT work. Nevermind the fact that I was missing like... half of the appliances she told me to use. I figure that if the woman is willing to lie on her taxes, she has no reason to be truthful to me. Therefore, it's not my fault that these things were gross.

In other news, I failed hardcore at NaNoWriMo, but congrats to those of you who succeeded! Congrats to those of you who worked your asses off to get it done. I'm proud of you all. Me? I chose the worst year to attempt this. I moved on October 25th, started my new job a few days later, which is a retail job, and then decided to attempt to write a novel, all while trying to meet new people and find the grocery store. I am not Wonder Woman.

In other words, this is just a post to say that even though the East Coast has no snow, Christmas is coming and I can't do anything, but I'm still happy. So yay.

So how are all of you?