Funny thing about discipline. If I'm given a task, an assignment, a job or a request, whether professionally or personally, I immediately go into soldier mode. I don't exactly salute but almost. All my dutiful and resourceful neurons start firing and a timekeeper starts keeping time and if there's a deadline I will meet it, you can be sure of that.
But for that machinery to start working, the task or request has to come from outside myself. If it's only me myself and nobody
else telling me to do something, even something I really really want to
do, you can bet your life I will procrastinate and procrastinate until
procrastination becomes my middle name. It's my Achilles heel, my
nemesis and my bête noire. Fortunately, tasks and requests do come along
to save me whenever procrastinitis has bound and gagged me. For me,
discipline is freedom.