If I flake, I try and make sure it’s for a real reason and not from some craving or whim I’ve disguised as a nebulous rationalization. Because if I flake for a BS reason, I’ve disrespected that ancient part of myself that KNOWS what’s right, that KNOWS I should be disciplined, clear-minded, and steadfast. I like to keep that part of myself strong and healthy. Disrespect weakens it. Disrespect relegates that part to the back corners of my soul, where it turns into a nagging voice, and eventually into a pervasive guilt that lets me know I could be somewhere more desirable, if I’d only stepped up and exercised discipline.