So by now anyone who has read this blog for any length of time has figured out what a competitive individual I am. Yes, yes, I know, some say high levels of competitiveness aren’t healthy, but I have to say, I disagree. Nothing gets me fired up like knowing I have an opportunity to challenge myself, or push myself and nothing makes me do that like competition. You feel alive, like anything is possible. How can that be unhealthy??
Now, don’t get the wrong idea – I’m not one of these ‘win at all costs’ types. In fact, to be honest, for me the big fun isn’t in the winning, it’s in the competing itself. Winning is just the gravy. Not to say I don’t prefer winning over losing, but since to me the only true lose is when you don’t try at all, I’m usually pretty satisfied just being in the game. Those who have the ‘win at all costs’ mentality often lose the point. They focus on the destination and completely miss the journey. And the journey is the best part.
When you compete, you give it your all. You go out there, not knowing what the outcome will be, you face your adversary in whatever shape or size they shows up in, and you take them on. For me, competition has always been a pretty good metaphor for life. I never wanted to be one of those people who sat on the sidelines and watched someone else play the game. Probably why I love sports, but much prefer playing to watching it on TV.
I attack my writing in the same way. Anyone doing this knows the obstacles that we face, but rather than dwell on them, I prefer to focus on plowing through them, one at a time, keeping my eye on the bigger picture and enjoying each accomplishment, each victory as I go. Setbacks are not a failure, but rather just a chance to try again. The only failure is giving up. Or worse, never trying at all.
When someone heard I was a writer, they asked me if I was published. I said, ‘No, not yet. But I’m enjoying the process.’
And when I am published, I’ll enjoy the gravy.