Sunday, 28 June 2009

• Discipline

  Annika had run across the word "discipline" in a Hank the Cowdog book and wanted to know what it was.  The girls told me that they didn't even know how to pronounce it.  To my surprise, probably with the help of the can of soda I had just drunk, I gave them a definition: discipline is having a plan about what you want to accomplish and  basing your choices, both big and little, on that plan. 

  By that definition, am I disciplined?  Sometimes.  Not enough to accomplish my plan, though.  For example, I was planning to write this entry forty-five minutes ago, before I started working on my job, and got absorbed in reading an article and the comments.  So the small choice I ought to have made was to work, and I was sidetracked.  My overall plan I want to accomplish is to caught up on my job.  So that this summer, I won't have to do my job on the weekends, I can organize the house, do a serious study of Hebrews, and get to spend time in the outdoors, hiking.  I might be starting on a second job, too.  At this rate, I'm not going to fulfill my plan.  Going to bed at midnight several nights in a row doesn't help either.   

  Hmm.  I don't think I needed a definition to enlighten me on my lack of discipline.  I think I already suspected . . .

   

   

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