In 250 words or less, write about a time when sheer discipline made you continue to do something.
I hate this prompt; it exposes my biggest weakness: I have zero discipline. (And 250 words or less?! *madly edits*). Aside from personal relationships, I can’t commit. I disguise excuses as occasions and fall off the wagon every time. Life is too short to pass on seconds, I like reveling in novelty so I change things often, it’s vacation–have one more drink!
Let’s ignore my current attempt to embark upon a lifestyle change for the sake of my health, mmmkay?
The only friggin’ time discipline dictated my course was when I had three kids. I’d always wanted three so I made my desire known to the Universe like Oprah suggests. Husband was on board for the first two, but after our second, we entered into heated debates for any additions:
“She is hard,” my husband stated the obvious of our new baby girl. “She refuses anyone but you! She hasn’t left your boob in six months. You keep saying all you want is a few minutes to yourself and now you want another baby?!!”
“Exactly!” was my baffling response. Even on the worst days, even in the throes of missing my pre-Mom life, I still wanted another baby. That’s how I knew it was the real deal.
Call it discipline or mother’s intuition, but I stayed the course because our family just wasn’t complete until I held that third gooey baby against my aching body, still shaking from afterbirth shocks. 4/14/14. The day my discipline came to fruition.
250 words on the nose. Booyah.
This is a response to the fourth Write Anyway writing workshop prompt.