Ohh man I really don’t wanna be here. I want to be asleep. I barely slept last night. I thought I would make a bigger fuss about it in the morning, but I didn’t. When it was time to get up I simply got up. Looks like I’m starting to understand myself. I knew that if I started to complain about everything I had to do I wouldn’t even care to wake up. Who wants to wake up when all that waits for you is work to do. Tiresome work at that. I’m tired. I’m here though. Feels like it’s against my will but I’m here and I’m training. Getting everything done before the time limit is reached and I have to move on to the next task. I’ll finish this. I’m here so I might as well.
Because that’s what matters most—not whether you feel like it, not whether you’re fully rested or motivated, but that you showed up anyway. You didn’t let the weight of exhaustion keep you down. You didn’t let your mind talk you into quitting before the day even started. You got up, and you moved.
It’s easy to think that discipline is about being strong all the time, but really, it’s about moments like this. The moments where you don’t want to, but you do it anyway. The moments where your body is screaming for rest, but your willpower overrides it. That’s when you grow. That’s when you prove to yourself that effort is a choice, not a feeling.
And now that you’re here, now that you’re already doing it, what reason is there to stop? You’ve already beaten the hardest part—the part where most people quit. So you might as well finish. Not because it’s easy, not because you feel great, but because you decided to be the kind of person who does what needs to be done, no matter what.
