I'll never forget listening to Jim Rohn.

I was taking a walk in the middle of the day.

I needed to get out, decompress, rethink, realign.

And this message came through my headphones.

He said, we must all suffer from one of two pains.

The pain of discipline or the pain of regret.

The difference is discipline weighs ounces while regret weighs tons.

And I needed that.

I needed that because sometimes we forget why.

In the midst of the day-to-day, the trials and tribulations of life, we forget why we endure.

And there's a strange dichotomy that exists, because you know you can't measure discomfort

that hasn't arrived yet. You can identify regret that hasn't materialized.

Yet in a way, you have to.

You have to somehow make that tangible.

You have to know that sacrifices of today deliver you from the anguish of I wish, or if only, or maybe I could have. I've heard it said that

humans' ability to delay gratification is what makes us so unique, incredible even. But that

doesn't mean it comes easy. So as I walked, I became reacquainted with the trust that I had in myself, in the future, in the steps I was taking.

It wasn't that I'd reached some grand finale, but that I gave myself permission to stop constantly

expecting one.

Worrying when things didn't go as planned, feeling disgusted with myself when I fell short.

This is, after all, part of a process.

And if one stays the course, builds a foundation of discipline to guide them towards what they believe in, things will evolve.

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