I am a lizard, well at least I think I am. I love basking in the sun, lazily sashaying myself from a comfortable spot to another, without any agenda whatsoever.
Over the years, I have come to know myself… all of myself, including my Achilles heel that is discipline. I know I can lift mountains when I set my mind to it, and yet it sometimes seems an impossible feat, even for the simplest of tasks.
What’s worse is that I wasn’t always like this. I remember a time when I could refuse a piece of desert without a pang of envy, or when I could write 10 blogposts in advance in order to have a computer free time off with my family.
I have read the books and listened to the motivational speakers encouraging me, as I listened to their shellacked performances and aspirational pathways on my phone while running. I have written in the progress journals and set myself realistic goals. But it seems that the only goal I can achieve over and over again, is to disappoint myself.
As I now inch, one day at a time, towards my 38th birthday I have come to realize something. Oust shall go the books and all the rest! The only discipline I will now follow will be my own. The one that feels good to me, my reality, and my lazy lizard body.
There, you take that self-esteem! It’s time to get out of your slumber and move your ass, we have a book to write !