Sheer Fucking Discipline.
otherwise known as FSD.
The answer to many of life’s questions, at least my life’s questions, is “sheer fucking discipline”. I realized this one evening when my slightly too serious yoga teacher asked, “What brings you to your mat tonight?”. My impulsive and silent response was, “sheer fucking discipline”. Thankfully she doesn’t expect anyone to answer out loud. Nevertheless, this answer is truth and gives me a bit of an internal yogi smile. The “f” part of sfd doesn’t seem very serenity now. It does, however, seem very me.
It isn’t that I don’t want to be in yoga, it’s that there’s a conversation in my mind:
Do I really have time for yoga?
Yes. This is the time to workout.
Maybe I should run a little instead? (I have come to believe every person over 30 should practice yoga at least once a week for life, but cardio can’t be discounted.)
Or strength training? Strong bones, strong muscles, long life! (There are so many things left to learn, see and do.)
Argh! Go to yoga. Then run. Or go home, feed the cats and walk on the treadmill. Maybe get a little other work done.
…and so it goes…
I’ve been called out as being super motivated, very organized, highly productive. What I actually…
