On How Discipline Is Saving Me
I’m blogging over at Middle Places today, about wishing I had a reset button, and how exactly one goes about recalibrating her life.
“I wish I had a reset button, like those microscopic rubber buttons on the backs of alarm clocks and internet routers. I wish my belly button worked that way, that someone could poke me with a toothpick or the end of a bobby pin that’s missing the plastic bubble that keeps it from drawing blood on your scalp, and I’d default back to ground zero, fresh and shiny.
But I don’t have a reset button, so I’m going to have to do this the old fashioned way…
This year I tried to tweak my habits, adjust my schedule, to function in this new life, but what I know is that you can’t build a brand new picture with the same old pieces. Tweaking and adding and shifting gave me juggling, balancing, and multi-tasking. And while juggling, balancing, and multi-tasking is a great way to survive, it’s no way to live. I am crafting a brand new picture that includes a beautiful, surprise baby and a beautiful, surprise writing career; I need new pieces. I need a reset button.
A vacation won’t do. Neither will new apps, a new deadline, or more coffee. Those are tweaks; I need a fundamental change, a shift in the tectonic plates.
And the ancient secret to shifting one’s tectonic plates is radical self-discipline…”
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