I don’t believe discipline is a masochistic ritual where I constantly force myself to do what I hate (which I have spent decades doing), it’s consistently focusing on being in touch with my feelings and dreams, staying oriented around what makes me happy in the long run, following up on leads and hunches that might arise from that vantage. Sometimes, there’s pain and inconvenience along the way, but if I prioritize my clarity and perspective, the speedbumps can be weirdly enjoyable and amusing.
Ultimately, I wouldn’t call that discipline. To me, it’s simply living how I want.


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