Truth be told, this sounds more impressive than it is. While I realize I have gotten closer to the goal of writing a novel, what I have is a short version, incompletely edited, first draft. I have beat out no one, completed nothing, still could never edit, and truly "write my first novel". It seems self-congratulatory, but also like I finished running 42.2 km, even if I didn't do it on race day, or actually compete against anyone. So if you are still impressed at this definition, I accept your congratulations! I suspect, however, that this will not go over well at parties, causing people to scoff and express disillusionment at their romantic ideal, and disappointment in the idea that we are are not all meant to be winners, but no one wants to be a loser. Maybe we could learn to just be proud and celebrate the average, sometimes subpar, sometimes colossal, daily efforts we all make, everyday. That way, when a concerted effort that succeeds on 26/30 days with better than expected results, and significant personal effort and self-sacrifice can be lauded in the way a person's daily triumphs should be.
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