Discipline doesn’t strike me in the 4:00 a.m. hour when I’m usually up getting ready for work. Discipline shows up on the days when I can sleep in a little bit and I get to leave my house around 7 a.m.
Those are the mornings when, rain or shine, I see my Pastor taking his morning walk. Years ago, I remember us discussing when he was going to start this daily routine as he was at a conference and was inspired by another Pastor to commit time to his health and wellness. He said, “Tasha, I told myself there was no reason why I could not commit time daily.” He told me then he was going to take up walking at least three days a week.
Well, here it is, years later and he usually walks six days a week. He’s so consistent, neighborhood kids have started calling him “The Walking Man.” 😊
This is not because God fell down and touch him with some extra. This is because my Pastor made a choice.
<< en I see him, it reminds me of the choices that I have made for discipline or against it. This morning, I feel encouraged in spite of the discouragement I felt when I went to bed last night. Because I know, right at this moment, with the memory of my Pastor waving his hand at me as I honked my horn (of course after I had to switch lanes so I could get close and make sure I turned my radio on so I could "hear" him wave at me (I know. Just go with it) it was God sending me a message saying even in my feelings I have the right to choose. Today, I'm choosing me again. << osted on social media this week about having to fight my ego with basically starting over since shoulder surgery, since sense stress took over my life a couple years ago, since turning 40, since the price of being vegan went up....everything. And it's been a HARD battle, fighting with myself DAILY, coming to terms with the fact that my body just doesn't respond to the same things or the same way anymore. And EVERYTHING in my life has shifted. And even in the midst of all of that, looking back ( hindsight is ALWAYS 20/20), I can tell every time I didn't choose me. There were times I had options to choose me but didn't martyrdom seemed more appropriate because I was more concerned about being liked to and being alive. Let that marinate for a second. And that, my friends, is how I ended here, at the beginning. I can't blame ANYBODY because no one forced my hand for any choice I've ever made. This is about discipline and self care is discipline in my mind. For me, right now, at this point this is about the discipline of choosing and stay the course if what I want what I say I want bad enough. << d so with visions of my Pastor and walking down the street dancing around in my head I celebrate with the awesome workout I just completed, focus on my grocery list and think of an activity I can say no to so I can get some rest. And, of course there are no pictures of my Pastor walking. I couldn't wave, think, turn the music, drive and compose this in my head. That would have been dangerous. And I want to see him again. 😊 Let’s do this, Life!!!