I love setting goals. Maybe more than I love actually achieving them. The rush of pen in hand and notebook in the other writing down the things you’re going to achieve. I’m hooked on that. Obviously, it’s rewarding to actually achieve the goals, if you’ve done anything you’ve set out to do you know that thrill is way better than the initial thought of that thrill. But the achieving part is really tricky, motivation fades, the obsession fades and the general “stoked” attitude is gone. You’re left with you, laying in bed reaching out to press snooze when you know you should be waking up to write. That’s the part I’m still figuring out, the discipline. If I’ve learned one thing, when it comes to being a total failure, discipline is the key. Quite frankly, discipline isn’t something you’re born with, it’s something you have to learn. Some people learn it when they’re kids, others when they get older, some never.
I’ve been feeling different lately, I’m not sure if it’s that I am getting older. I’m growing up per say. Or if my attitude about discipline has just changed. Things feel different. Let me try and describe it for you. This isn’t an everyday sort of thing, but I would say it happens the majority of the time. I work 7:00-4:00 at a very typical desk job, that part is sort of all a blur so while it takes up the most of my time I’m just going to gloss over if for now. The interesting part is when I get home from work, I’ve been doing an experiment. I don’t make any plans for myself, usually I am very rigid with to do lists and I don’t give myself any seconds to think, I’m trying to switch things up and see what happens. Without plans I’ve been wanting to see what I gravitate towards. I had this fear that I was an innately lazy person, and without plans I would end up laying around doing nothing until it was time to go to bed, but I’ve surprised myself. I come home, and I do something. I straighten up, I read, I work on a project, I’ll make dinner, I do things that keep me moving forward towards my goals. I get shit done. I’ve been doing it in a no pressure manner and that’s been really liberating.
I do have several rituals that I follow on a daily basis. What I call my daily practice. Maybe that’s the trick, the daily practice put me in a place where I don’t have to decide to be disciplined it just happens. Here’s the practice for the interested. Everyday I make bulletproof coffee, I write at least three things I am grateful for, I write ten ideas could be about anything, I meditate, and I go on a walk. And starting now, I write. Call me crazy, but maybe it’s that simple I mean as far as being sane goes, at least for me. Days I do these things I am certainly a better person, a better partner. I am far more patient and understanding, it allows me to slow down, to see and appreciate all the really incredible things that I get to be a part of on a daily basis.
It’s taken me a long time to get here. Not everyday is perfect either, sometimes I come home and sleep. And I feel really bad about that. I have to remember to forgive myself, and come back to the things that make me feel whole, that makes me feel grounded. I have to remember that everyday is a new day, you get to keep trying. And maybe that’s the real discipline, to just keep trying. Or as my one of my favorite movies, Meet the Robinsons, says: “Keep Moving Forward”
What are your daily rituals?