The tautological punishment I inflict on myself on a regular basis. Oi, you loser, do you know why you are a loser? It’s because you lack self-discipline. So I set out to do something to prove to myself that I am not totally lacking in that department, and utterly hating myself in the process. I beat myself up when I seem to lack self-discipline; I beat myself up for forcing myself to do something when I feel like doing nothing at the moment; I also beat myself up for having to beat myself up to get something done. When you are at battle with yourself, you are always on the losing side. My casualties are invariably self-image and energy reserves.
I have no idea why the concept of self-discipline gets my butt off the bed, although theoretically I could be typing this with my index finger on my iPad under the safety of my sheets. I am going to need lots of self-discipline over the next four to five months as I will be taking a course in adult learning. Which entails commuting to a god-forsaken place. Why did I sign up for the course, you’ve guessed the answer.
Self-discipline can also be a wonderful thing. That’s how I guilt-trip myself into keeping myself clean every day. Never let myself go is probably my mantra.