In sixth grade, I learned the word “discipline” for the first time when a somewhat friend of mine used it and I asked her what it meant, and she said, somewhat shocked, You’ve never heard that word before? Perhaps this was because until sixth grade I went to a groovy private school where we called our teachers by their first names. It’s not that I was unaware of the concept, really, but I did not fully get it until I was unceremoniously moved to a fairly strict public school and skipped a grade in the process. My sixth grade teacher traumatized most of the class with her so-called “discipline” while pretending to be an openhearted soul when our parents were around. But that is a story for another time.
As for the other meaning of the word (“activity or experience that provides mental or physical training”), I didn’t really get it until quite recently when I watched a very young woman on YouTube (whose yoga classes I do sometimes) describe in a video the difference between motivation and discipline. Unfortunately, she took the video down not long after posting it, which I discovered when I wanted to watch it again, as the significance of what she had said was slowly dawning on me.
I learned discipline through doing yoga every single day for nearly seven-and-a-half years. And when I say every single day, I mean every single day. Even when I was struck down by the flu last fall I managed to do some gentle classes each day. That’s the thing about yoga, I keep telling myself and anyone who will listen. You can choose classes based on your mood, energy level, general achiness, etc. So that at this point, and for a long time, I never wonder if I will do yoga each day but only when (and these days, it’s almost always first thing in the morning). So, after that video (the young have so much to teach us!), I realized that yoga had become a discipline for me. I was not waiting to be motivated to do it; I was simply doing it every day.
And so I thought, at various times over these years, what is something else that I could treat the same way? What can I do not because I’m motivated to do it, but just because I have decided to do it every day. I think you can guess what I came up with. I had done this daily writing and blog posting back in 2016, during the month of February (obviously I chose the shortest month; I’m no fool) and decided that it was time to try it again, having only a vague memory of how hard it had been (which is similar to what happens when you have a second child; you go through an entire pregnancy and only remember what labor is like the second it kicks in and then you think, Oh no, wait, what have I done?).
But this time it was going to be different: I had been practicing discipline for seven-and-a-half years, instead of just half a year, so why not try again? I had written practically nothing last year, which felt like a glorious break (never disregard fallow times), and I was suddenly in the mood to start again. But the every day-ness of it all was not as easy as it seemed at first. Obviously, unlike yoga, it began to feel like work. I mean, it is a lot like some of the work I do, which is doing a ton of research and condensing it all down into something readable. But I knew that if I left it up to motivation, I’d be motivated to write maybe once or twice a week (or less?). So this month, writing became a discipline for me, and I began to understand how people write books, something I have never been interested in: you just do it, ideally at the same time every day (which was never possible for me because of my work), for some predetermined amount of time or amount of pages per day.
But I soon realized that this is not the way I like to write, if I’m writing for myself. Most of the writing I do is for work, meaning I get paid for it. When the writing is just for me, when I am motivated to write, it is thrilling to be so interested in something that I feel compelled to write about it. Turning writing into unpaid work didn’t feel great a lot of the time. There are some blog posts that I really enjoyed writing, that I think worked well. There are others that I might have spent more time on if I had not just wanted to get them done. There were a couple days that I was too exhausted to write much of anything and found some old writings to repurpose, for which I am grateful to past me.
And one thing I learned from this month is just how long a month can feel when you are aware of each day passing. And that I think if it’s quality writing you want (in short form anyway), motivation might actually be the way to go. Or maybe yoga has perfectly taught me about discipline and I don’t need to add anything. If I figure out anything else, I’ll let you know. But in the meantime, I’ll see you on the mat.