I'm currently locked into another Poem-a-Day challenge for April. Writer's Digest puts out prompts for the months of April (when the goal is for 30 poems) and November (when the goal is to create a chapbook). I try to participate in each one. But, the past few years, I tend to tap out halfway.
For someone (mostly) bed bound, I generally get too busy or overwhelmed during the challenges. April is cancer-scan month (plus, often Easter), and the looming appointment always occupies my mind more than it should. November, once another cancer-scan-existential-dread rollercoaster, is still part of a four-month holiday crunch for Brandon and me.
I used to hate myself for "failing" to complete every day, though I still wound up with at least ten new poems to edit and submit to publications. I promised myself I would do better next time but spent the rest of the month cringing and berating myself for my inability to follow through.
A writer friend recently told me about the term "failing upwards," and it's pretty applicable. Even if I didn't reach the finish line, I ran as far as I could and still got something to show for it. And it's not just a participation trophy.
As of today, I've written 23 poems. They aren't all great. Hell, maybe only a quarter of them will be anything serviceable. But five is better than what I had on March 31st! The time isn't wasted... it's invested.
Do you ever "fail" in a good way?