My mind simply lacks discipline. It thinks that discipline is boring. But it hasn’t understood that boring is occasionally quite inevitable, even necessary. A constantly wandering mind has only led me to inaction and yet a lot of suffering from unnecessary thought. Repetitive daydreams, foggy residues of poor habit, and very little drive to do anything about all this.
Today, I made an ambitious to-do list (unachieved because of not only my poor habit but also the effects of heavy drinking last night). But it felt good to cross off a few items. That sense of achievement kept me going, although at a snail’s pace.
Snail’s pace is good, given how dead I have been earlier.