I have come to realize recently that I have no discipline. I take on so many tasks and hobbies thinking I will love them and they all peter out. I’m so gung-ho but have no follow-thru. I don’t know if it’s that I lose complete interest or if it just loses the “fun” for me. I think if I knew the answer to that I’d have a better understanding of why I can’t hold on to my infatuation with a new ambition.
I have had three major undertakings of my life fizzle out in 2013. I began the year with a subscription to Rosetta Stone online. I was determined to learn Italian. I’m still determined to learn it; how, I’m not sure since I rarely go on the site anymore. It began as a grandiose dream to one day reside in Italy. I’ve had this dream for years, since I first saw the movie, “Under the Tuscan Sun.” I have devoured every travelogue about Italy I can get my hands on. It is my favorite subject. I even had hopes of moving to Italy this year for work, but that fell through. I sat with that disappointment and saw my desire to learn Italian diminish.
That’s not a fair statement. My desire to learn is still quite alive. My desire to do the work that goes along with it has diminished. I’ve begun to think of myself as lazy or possibly incapable of actually following through with something, no matter how much I love it. I end relationships, I stop my healthy eating and living, I have faltered in my writing, all but extinguished my yoga practice, fell behind on my ambitions to be a stronger teacher. To me this all leads back to my lack of discipline.
What is worse I overwhelm myself with disappointment over my fall from each of the pedestals I’ve placed myself upon. I began this blog and had so many hopes for what it would become. I started like gang busters. A post written every two days. Then it was once a week. Once a month. Now I have to talk myself into writing. I still have ideas. I still want to write. But the thought of actually doing it depresses me. It’s the same with yoga. I began practicing yoga 3-5 times a week. I lived for it. When I had a bad day yoga was there to pull me up. The yoga transitioned me into my Buddhism. Now? The last time I was at yoga was 6 weeks ago. The desire to go is there; the will to actually get off my ass and do it…poof…disappeared.
My meditation practice has fallen away as well. I used to sit daily for 20-30 minutes. Now, I just light the candle on my alter and nothing. Yoga was my meditation. Sitting before my alter was my meditation. Now, I have nothing.
I have been on medication for anxiety and depression for a few years now. It’s nothing I’m ashamed of, it was a conscious choice my doctor and I made together. My depression wasn’t debilitating it was more that I couldn’t get my mind off the depressing thoughts. I have been much better since taking it. But I often wonder if this lack of discipline is more rooted in my ongoing battle with depression than it is with my inability to follow through with my passions.
I wanted desperately to perform on broadway, to live in Italy, to be a writer, to follow my creative passions. Every single time I’ve been thwarted by my own apathy. But the secret here is, I’m not apathetic. I am paralyzed. Paralyzed that I will fail, paralyzed that I’m not any good, paralyzed that I will succeed and fizzle out. These racing thoughts are what the medication is supposed to help counteract. It doesn’t always. So, I rely on my mindfulness to help. Then the catch, I’m not practicing my mindfulness anymore. I’m faking my way through my own life. How do I get off this roller coaster and take my life back?
I have made so many lists for my New Year’s resolutions. They were becoming overwhelming. But I have dwindled it all down to one. My resolution this year is to regain my discipline. I am going to take control again. Fear and depression will not stop me. I don’t want to be held back anymore.
Just writing those words gives me a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. My inner critic starts chattering away about my past failures. It is telling me I can’t. “You will fail.” “You have failed.” “You are a failure.” My inner passion must gain the upper hand here. My confidence must win out. That is my goal. That is my drive. That is my discipline.
Bring on 2014. I’m ready.