Meet the deadline. Check the box. Hit the mark.
Structure. Boundaries. Organization.
It’s all good when it helps you stay on course.
It’s not so good when it holds you back.
After I had my first baby, I had an epiphany that sort of went like this: ‘Oh, my body needs to be cared for; my mind needs to be cared for; my heart needs to be cared for…huh…I guess I can’t just sit back and wait for all of that to happen…’
And so it began: my love affair with discipline.
I fell deep.
Every day, no matter what: I did what I thought I had to do to take care of myself—my body, my heart, my mind, my work. Meditate.Yoga.Running.Writing. On task. On course. Disciplined. Dedicated. Devoted.
And it worked really, really great…until it didn’t.
It’s funny how something that is really good for you can shift into something that, well…isn’t anymore.
That’s what happened to me. I found that I had become so rigid in my structure that I was missing out on the spontaneity of life—the joy, the freedom, the expansion. Yet, I was so afraid that if I let things go…even just a tiny bit…everything would collapse.
It took my third child to snap me out of it. Babies have a very unsubtle way of shattering any and all structure. And this one really shook things up. No matter how hard I tried he would not conform to any type of structure, whatsoever. The only thing I could count on was that he would definitely not sleep, eat, or poop on a regular schedule.
So, I had to let go of it all: the yoga, the meditation, the reading, the writing, the running…I grabbed a moment here and there, but for the most part it all just dissolved for a while.
And you know what?
It was one of the very best things that could have happened to me.
You know why?
Because instead of falling apart, it all just fell into place.
Chaotic. Messy. Unstructured. It was a perfect storm.
Since my meditation practice was no longer a scheduled seated event, I practiced all day: while breastfeeding, changing diapers, rocking him to sleep. My writing became quicker, clearer and more focused. The precious moments I spent on the yoga mat were sublime, and despite my significant decline of exercise, I felt healthier and stronger than ever before.
Furthermore, letting it all go gave me something else to slip into:
And ultimately, a lot more freedom.
Build a structure. Create something that will hold and sustain you; especially as you’re starting something new.
But, be flexible.
Don’t allow discipline to be so rigid that it boxes you in—use it as a springboard so you can soar even higher. Let things slide; let things slip; and take a break now and then, just for the hell of it.
You just might discover that you no longer need that worn-out map of discipline…
…because you’re flying now.