This morning I’ve been thinking a lot about discipline. Primarily the fact that I have none. Nein, zilch, nada. Absolutely, none.
This is a recent observation. Because until…well, this morning actually…I probably would have said that I was actually quite disciplined. After all, I’ve always been able to do the things that others have required of me. So if I can do that, I should be able to consider myself disciplined, right?
Hmmm…maybe not. Because what good is discipline if I can’t employ it when no one is telling me what I should be doing? What is my discipline made of if I can’t use it discover and follow my own path. Chew on that for a while.
I think. I ponder and analyze. In part, I do this to find my personal deficiencies that transfer across the different aspects of life — like lack of discipline. Because once I know what’s missing, I’ll work hard to get it. Not because I like the thought of discipline. It sounds like force and a lot of hard work. But I’d rather walk on my hands backwards for the rest of my life than not have it. Because the people that I consider successful, balanced, and satisfied all have discipline as a common trait.