Undisciplined

I recently had a talk with a good friend. And the topic of our conversation mainly centered on me being in a pickle (or if you would, a plight, a predicament, or just plain doo doo). Now, in the course of our conversation, my friend pointed out that I had been a bit undisciplined in the matter (which I readily acknowledged), and suggested I exercise some self-discipline.

Normally, I consider myself relatively well-disciplined, but having thought about it some more just now, I might be somewhat self-deluded. To be more accurate, I probably should say that I’m well-disciplined when it really counts. Yes, it’s somewhat ambiguous as to what “really counts,” and it also leaves a lot to be desired for the remaining occasions. And even with that, there will be times that I know in my head that something really counts (like having a daily personal time with the Lord in the morning), but somehow there’s a disconnect so that it doesn’t get into my active consciousness.

This may account for why I’ll complete work assignments in a good and timely way, yet I’ll let a number of weeks pass by before I get around to uncluttering my desk. And then there are those times where I’ll just give in to my impulses, like getting a second (or third) helping of tender, mouth-watering brisket even when my stomach is warning me “That’s too much.”

Sometimes an urge is hard to resist…but at some point, for the sake of not digging myself into a bigger hole, I guess I just really need to set myself and exercise some self-discipline.

Ah, if things were only that easy.

(On second thought: It’d probably work better to take each potential impulse-resisting moment as an opportunity to turn to the Lord and allow Him to come into the matter.)