Not in the way you are thinking. I didn't reach 50k words this November. I wrote 35,111 words instead. But I did write "The End". And for me, that's what matters.
I wrote a novel.
I did something that no one else can do. Sure, there were 300k writers writing alongside me, but I wrote my own story. My unique story. Sure, the plot's a mess; I need to figure out exactly what the end goal is, but I did it. It has been exhausting and stressful, but it's made me see how good writing every day is. I've got a lot coming soon as well. Stories that I've been working on with other people and I have completely and without guilt neglected these past 30 days. I also need to start updating this blog more.
I can definitely guarantee that I will be doing this again next year.
GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! It's really how I'm feeling right now. So excited, but also relieved, and now I'm going to go read a book.