I posted about falling down and getting up back in 2011, but something happened last weekend that brought that thought back to mind.
Aubrey is an adorable 10-month-old girl whose parents attend my congregation. It was my turn to man the nursery we run during services, so I was in the conference room we use for that purpose when Aubrey's dad brought her back because she was making a lot of noise during the sermon.
He put her down on the floor and I watched as she began to toddle around the room. She has just started walking, so her movement involves a lot of falling on the floor.
I noticed that falling down never bothered her. Sometimes she'd find a way to get right back up; sometimes she stayed on the floor for a couple of minutes. But she didn't cry or fuss, in fact she was quite cheery the whole time. And she took joy in her newfound ability to walk, and her delight was catching.
It made me think about this year, and how often I feel I've "fallen" when it comes to the writing. I didn't write as much as I wanted to this year, and recent attempts at a new schedule were less than stellar. Looking back, I'm not quite sure what went wrong except that I didn't give the writing the priority it needs or deserves.
But I want to be like Aubrey, and get back up when I fall down. I don't want falling down to discourage me and just sit there and cry. I want to get back on my feet and keep going. And I want to take joy in the journey I've set for myself as an author.
So here I am, planning to get up again. And if I fall, I will do so again. And again. Falling down is not failing. Failing is not getting up afterwards.
So here's to getting up for the umpteenth time. Let's see how long I can walk this go round.