Thirty-one right now is OVA! And, because I’m in silence, I’m not able to celebrate. I can’t send virtual high-fives to my new blogging friends, and I can’t send out a twitter post full of self-congratulatory hashtags.
But I can write a blog in advance, so I will.
I used to be a runner. I used to run half-marathons and 5Ks and all sorts of other races. And people, upon hearing I was a runner, would reply – you’re soooo disciplined. You must be so disciplined.
The truth was, however, I wasn’t disciplined. I ate horribly and often had to bribe myself to run with promises of pasta or snacks. I wasn’t overwhelmingly disciplined. I was a person, caught in tension between what she wanted and where she was, and so I kept choosing to lean into the direction of what I wanted.
Discipline is simply a series of choices made in succession.
The same is true for any commitment or goal. It’s not about becoming a magically different Drill Sargentesque version of yourself. It’s not about becoming more confident BEFORE you act, it’s about choosing the right choice over an extended period of time.
When we challenge ourselves, when we reach for things that are difficult or seemingly impossible, we create room become better versions of ourselves.
Who do you want to become? What do you want to accomplish?
Choose it, over and over and over again. If you do that, I promise, you’ll get whatever it is you’re chasing.
And so it is.
Psst…I’m away from technology until September 8th, so if you comment I won’t get back to your right away. Sending you love from my retreat. Xoxoxo