We are still in the throes of the twelve days of Christmas, and I have finally had the wits to realize that I have, alas, once again failed at the Christmas blogging challenge. I made it just so far before finally crumbling in defeat. And yet, did I fail? True, my goal was not accomplished. True, that means that I was thwarted in my dreams. I set out with such high hopes and only made it to the third day of Christmas before falling silent. And so I was defeated. Yes, for all my confident speech at the onset, I must humbly come, with hat in hands, and beg your forgiveness for leading you to expect a performance that did not come.
But I did not fail.
For failure is only the nonexistence of an accomplishment. Indeed, I did not accomplish that which I set out to accomplish, but I did not accomplish naught. On three days of Christmas only did I write. But that is three days more than I managed last year. That is a quarter of the goal--twenty-five percent of the achievement--accomplished. I am sure that I would be pleased if my true love presented me with a gift of a partridge, a trio of hens a la Francais, a pear tree, and a couple of doves with the mistaken belief that they are reptiles. Presented with such a gift (which would cost $495: not a bad sum of money), I am confident that I would not derisively query, "Where's the rest?"
Therefore, dear readers, please do not do me this injustice. I apologize for my defeat. I congratulate myself on my accomplishment. Please extend me the grace I would extend my true love. For I did not succeed at failing.
Does that mean I failed?
But I did not fail.
For failure is only the nonexistence of an accomplishment. Indeed, I did not accomplish that which I set out to accomplish, but I did not accomplish naught. On three days of Christmas only did I write. But that is three days more than I managed last year. That is a quarter of the goal--twenty-five percent of the achievement--accomplished. I am sure that I would be pleased if my true love presented me with a gift of a partridge, a trio of hens a la Francais, a pear tree, and a couple of doves with the mistaken belief that they are reptiles. Presented with such a gift (which would cost $495: not a bad sum of money), I am confident that I would not derisively query, "Where's the rest?"
Therefore, dear readers, please do not do me this injustice. I apologize for my defeat. I congratulate myself on my accomplishment. Please extend me the grace I would extend my true love. For I did not succeed at failing.
Does that mean I failed?
