365 Days With Self Discipline Novels & Stories

I know the difference between that kind of looking and the other kind. Second. I am sober. Three hundred and forty-one days as of this morning. I counted when I woke up because I still count. My counselor here says I will always count, that the counting is not a sign of weakness but a sign of paying attention, and that paying attention is what I am learning to do. I believe her. She is from Oaxaca and she has been doing this work for twenty-two years and she reminds me, in specific ways I cannot entirely explain, of your mother.

Red Dragon didn't want to play gently. He wanted a toy to practice whatever he was interested in. And 365 days was a long time. Enough time for an individual to transform into a completely different person. And I had agreed to 365 days without thinking. I knew there would be a price; I just didn't know the price would keep climbing. He clearly was testing how much of me could disappear before there was nothing left to break. I told myself it didn't matter. A thousand marks on my skin were nothing if they carried me to the top.

First was Rick's rejection, then Aaron's unwelcome visit - both men had gotten under her skin in very different ways. She threw back the covers and strode to her bathroom. Today was not about either of them. Today was about reminding everyone - including herself - exactly who she was. The Duchess of New York. By 6:15, she had completed her morning workout, a punishing routine that leaves her muscles sore. Yes, she loved the pain - physical discipline bred mental discipline - a lesson she'd learned quite early. Besides she needed to punish herself for letting a common man dismiss her like she was nothing.

<<46>> * Self love is self discipline. If you want to be happy you have to love yourself enough to practice self discipline. * **** ------- Joseph. ------- I found myself pondering on Nanny's words as I rode my power bike around the estate. Though her words came out blunt. I still couldn't deny the fact that they were all true. Nanny was right, completely right. I fucked up greatly! Geez! I hadn't been thinking straight all this while, and Nanny's words were just what I needed. It was now I realized the extent of my stupidity to have disregarded everything for Vera.

Now we just had to survive the second half. Thirteen more weeks. Ninety-one days becoming sixty-five. Sixty-five days of stillness. Of trust. Of choosing to believe this would work. I could do sixty-five days.

Home by 6:30 every day. Bedtime every night. Weekend fully present. Sustainable. Actually sustainable. Not perfect. Not stress-free. But balanced. Really balanced. Marcus noticed. "You're different this week." "Different how?" "Calmer. More present. Less frantic." "Two cases helps. Thirty-five hours helps. Having time helps." "You're keeping your promise." "I am. To Evie. To you. To myself." "How long can you maintain this?" "As long as the committee lets me. Forever, if possible."

"Waiting is not passive. Waiting, when done correctly, is the most active thing a person can do. It requires the discipline to hold everything steady while the world decides which direction it intends to fall." * * * I clean the Crescent Grand the next morning the way I have cleaned it every morning for eleven months.

The cold meant we were ready. I scrubbed in at eight-fifty. The ritual of it was the same as always: nailbrush, soap, count the seconds, don't rush. I had done this so many times that my hands moved without instruction. My mind was already in the room, already at the table, already thinking about the chest cavity and the damaged ventricle and the six hours of work ahead. Not about the man. About the work. That was the discipline. I had built it over five years and I trusted it completely and it had never once failed me at a critical moment. It was not going to fail me today.

Something softened in her eyes. In the end, she gave me a chance. I worked harder than anyone else. I was the first one to unlock the doors every morning and usually the last one to leave at night. Slowly, the bruises faded. The scars remained, but they no longer hurt the same way. My mind grew quieter and calmer too. I doubted I would ever be completely normal again. The years with the Kane and the time in the asylum had changed me permanently. But for the first time in a long while, I felt peaceful, satisfied, and… free.

Then he started concentrating around him and then movements from here and there and then Buddha Temple disciple won using the Sage Buddha's palm Kangxi had won a few moves with his sword afterwards . . . This was a long time ago when I was five years old, you may see it as young, but it has already been decades since my father advised me who once told me "You Think You Don't Grant Most people think they do, but they are wrong. You may carve out some pick-me-up time each day; But I bet you don't, even in your time alone you will find yourself worrying about others, thinking of friends, family, and loved ones, that you are in fact yourself any pure moment. What I mean here is not revolutionary