It is 07.15 on Monday morning, and I am up with my watercolours and Macbook so I can write this week’s blog post before I go to work later. I hadn’t yet decided what to write about until I was in the shower earlier, when I figured that perhaps the very fact that I had set my alarm for 6am in order to write my blog would be worth reflecting on. So, here we are.
I have always been self-disciplined. When I was at school, I was firmly of the ‘work now, play later’ persuasion and would always start doing my homework and revision straight after school. Perhaps it is due to a strange type of culturally-ingrained Calvinism, but I am one of those people who can only properly relax once I have crossed things off my to do list. Which is not to say that I never push that to do list aside and allow myself to get side-tracked (I’m not a robot), but I always feel that bit more relaxed after cleaning the house, writing that paper, or washing up.
Is this self-discipline good for me? As with most things, it’s not a straightforward yes or no. If I didn’t have any self-discipline, this blog might have fallen by the wayside many months ago, and I probably wouldn’t have achieved many of the things I am proud of (getting into a good UK university; progressing my career; making my career break work out in the way it did). At the same time, self-discipline can be a source of stress – and ok, perhaps I would have benefited from an extra hour in bed this morning. I am going to reward myself later with some prime staring-out-of-the-window action on the train later, though.