On a snowy Saturday, I was prepared to spend quality time writing. But first, I had to deal with the consequences of my frequent choice of my comfort.
Over the last year, I've become increasingly uncomfortable with being comfortable. I'm starting 2019 with a desire to do more things that the "old me" would never have considered. Discipline is exactly what I've been missing. My whole life, I've been focused on performance and perfection, instead of purposeful and practiced perseverance. Constant performance is exhausting; it leads me to give in to the old patterns of comfort that give me rest, but never bring about change. Practicing discipline results in progress I would never see from perfect performance.