An old teacher of mine once said that I had a natural sense of discipline.  Many others have said that I take everything too seriously.  This may be why Worf is my favourite character in Star Trek but it seems that it’s also what makes me able to do what I do. Or is it?

Very often, when I tell people what I do for a living, their reaction is that they couldn’t do that, they’d be too distracted or they’d fail to get mobilised in the morning.  Basically they don’t believe that they would be able to get the job done without someone telling them they had to do it.  When it comes to getting my work done,  I have to tell me that I have to do it.  The fact is that if I don’t tell me to sit down and write something, if I don’t apply for work and complete the work I win, then I won’t be working as a writer.

It’s not easy for me to get up in the morning, I hate it but I do it anyway.  I’m not one who lives to work, I’m very indolent and capable of doing nothing but day dreaming for hours at a time but I don’t.  There is always something to get distracted by, like baking and crochet and Star Trek and sorting buttons into colours so that I can decorate birthday cards but I make sure I’m careful with my time.  That has to be hard work, because I’m not one of those people who would continue to work if they won the lottery…or am I?

That’s the thing, in the past I would pray for a lottery win in order that I would be able to stop doing what I was doing but now?  Sure I would add a hell of a lot of foreign travel and yoga retreats to my itinerary but I wouldn’t stop writing.  No never, not for a second, I like it.  That’s the point.  Yes, I guess it does take a degree of discipline to motivate oneself, but when you like doing what it is that you have to do, it’s really not as hard as it sounds.

So am I disciplined?  Yes, I guess so.  But not in a route sergeanty sort of a way, more in a getting up early on holiday to take a dip in the pool before breakfast kind of way.  Yes, I make myself do things when faced with an overpowering desire to do nothing but they aren’t bad things.  They’re good things.  Great things.   Things that make me happy.  You know?

 

 

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