Discipline and Balance

The words of my day.

Discipline.

Balance.

It started with a near faceplant as I attempted a one handed hand stand.

True story.

The other day, I had taken it “easy” at the request of my counselor to stop the excessive exercise and just chill the heck out.

By the time dinner rolled around I wanted to punch a kitten.  I did what any excessive exercise motivator would do and fined myself 150 pushups for slacking.

Yes, I’ve done many more than 150 pushups a day.  Not recently.

I was a little sore, but once I was balanced and removed that hand.  The only thing that saved my pretty little face was my quick thinking mind.

So….wasn’t ready for that today.

My balance was off.  I’m not afraid to be off balance.  Although, in handstands it is important.  In life, being off balance is best.  Really.  If you want to be great at something you need to spend more time on it than anything else.  Why balance your life so that the things you love and the things you put up with balance?  Just go all out on love.

We are afraid to go after what we really want lest we throw our perfectly mediocre world off balance.

Having given up mediocre for awesome, I can say the lack of balance is great.

That is where discipline needs to come in.  You can’t be off balance and undisciplined.  That my friends is what makes you crazy.

For example, I really want a tattoo.

I have a self imposed six month waiting period on tattoos.  Nothing worse than an impulse tattoo. In all likelihood I will still want this tattoo six months from now.  It won’t kill me to wait.

There are a lot of things I want.  Some of them really badly. (like knowing why that previous sentence is wrong, I feel that it is, but I don’t know why – nor do I care I guess)

This is not a great time for me to make decisions that affect the rest of my life.  I would really like to be slutty right now.  Yet in actuality, I don’t want to be.  I miss having sex, parts of it can be replicated and the parts that cannot be replicated cannot be found with random strangers.  The parts that cannot be replicated are also the parts I miss the most.

I figure if I can wait six months to get a tattoo….

Which means, excessive exercise will be in my future.  In an unbalanced yet disciplined sort of way.   You know, unless he’s hot.

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Annie is all things awesome. Singer of songs, thinker of thoughts, runner of miles. When she isn't getting paid to kick ass as a personal trainer and health coach, she's looking for her keys.