I love to fail.

I love the process of discipline. I love setting goals, pursuing them for a week or two, then failing to fully ingrain the habit and having to start all over.

I'm serious.

Failure reminds me that the starting line is wherever I want it to be.

I wanted to write 100 words yesterday. I wrote 23. I wanted to run 5 miles over the weekend. I ran 2.

So what? I'll try again today. And tomorrow. And the day after that.

The only way to fail is to not try again. Success is simply showing up.

So, I'm in my chair today, pen in hand and running shoes on. I don't know what will happen next, but I'll be here again tomorrow.