The Myth of Discipline: Why Success Isn’t About Willpower
Discipline is often framed as the holy grail of success. The stories we hear about…
It’s 3:30 PM, and I’m staring at my laptop, debating whether I should start that new project I’ve been putting off for months. In my mind, I can already hear the excuses: “Maybe tomorrow will be better,” or “I need just a bit more information before I begin.” Sound familiar? I’d bet most of us…
I was sitting at my desk one Tuesday morning when it hit me: nothing felt right. The energy I used to have for my work had dwindled to a barely-there spark. It wasn’t burnout—more like an undercurrent of discomfort, a nagging feeling that something in my routine needed to change. The irony? I had always…
A few years ago, I was fixated on a single goal: climbing the ladder. I thought if I worked hard enough and earned more, I’d eventually reach this elusive place where I’d feel secure, accomplished, and happy. And for a while, it worked. Promotions came, the paychecks got bigger, and I started getting little signs…
There’s a moment every Monday morning when I promise myself, This week, I’ll be disciplined. The alarms are set, the tasks are planned, and my ideal self feels like a step away. But by Wednesday? I’m scrolling social media at lunch and telling myself I’ll “catch up tomorrow.” Sound familiar? The truth is, discipline is…
We’ve all been there—caught up in a moment of overthinking, self-doubt, or even a pang of envy when someone else gets the spotlight. It’s easy to feel trapped in a loop of self-concern, where every interaction becomes about how we are perceived, how we are doing, or what others think of us. But what if…
The holiday season is supposed to be full of joy, but let’s be honest—it often feels like a pressure cooker of obligations, expectations, and last-minute chaos. Between gift lists, family dynamics, and the never-ending stream of events, it’s easy to lose track of what the holidays are really about. What if, instead of trying to…
Two years ago, I stood in my kitchen staring at a half-empty journal filled with lofty plans. It was the kind of notebook that screams, “This time, I’ll get my life together.” And yet, here I was—again—feeling like I’d failed to follow through. Starting over can feel like a badge of shame. Whether it’s a…
There was a point in my life when every great idea I had ended up in the same place: nowhere. I’d feel a surge of excitement—whether it was about starting a blog, learning guitar, or finally getting serious about fitness—only to let that energy fizzle out within weeks. Sometimes, I didn’t even start. I’d find…
The other day, I watched my niece try to assemble a LEGO set. The instructions lay crumpled to one side as she proudly insisted on figuring it out herself. A few blocks into her improvisation, she sighed and asked, “Wait—how do you make this stable?” It wasn’t just a question about the toy; it felt…
It was a Saturday morning, and I found myself staring at a blank canvas. My paints were laid out, brushes neatly arranged. Yet, the infinite potential of that white rectangle overwhelmed me. What to paint? The possibilities felt paralyzing. After 15 minutes of indecision, I set one rule: stick to only three colors. Instantly, something…