365 Days With Self Discipline Novels & Stories

she said childishly. “So how can you say no to me without any bit of remorse. Is it bad to ask you to come watch a movie. Have you forgotten you wanted to read my books as well. I write music too and you love singing. There are a lot of things we could do together.. okay. But if you wanna refuse me at least give me a reason. Because that is what friends do.” “Gracie it isn’t like that okay. I just got an off today and I really need to rest.” His reply.

My fingers twitch in my pocket, urging me to take yet another sniff… ‘You can't fuck her.’ I repeat my mantra and struggle to curl my fingers in a fist, winning the urge to. ‘She’s off limits.’ I empty my glass in one greedy gulp and pour myself another. For the next twenty minutes, I go about the routine of cautioning myself and training my restraint. Quite intoxicated, I set down the glass and go to freshen up, maybe let the shower wash off the alcohol and my madness. I walk out of the bathroom at the exact time the black SUV drives into the compound.

* I stood there until my breathing evened out and my hands stopped shaking and the hot flush of the confrontation cooled off enough that I could think clearly again. Then I pushed off the wall and started walking toward the east wing. Back to my room. Back to whatever was left of this morning. Back to figuring out how to exist in this house for another day without accidentally setting off every landmine it seemed to contain. *One day,* I told myself, turning the corner toward the east wing corridor. *You just have to get through one day at a time.* The door to my room was exactly as I'd left it — slightly open, light on inside.

The discipline of not calling was its own kind of meditation. Elijah had never thought of himself as a particularly disciplined person. He had thought of himself as someone who worked hard when work required it, who showed up when showing up mattered, who cared about things deeply and let that caring guide his actions. But discipline—the cold, sustained application of will to the problem of not doing something you wanted to do—that had never been his territory. It was his territory now.

The drawer stayed closed for four more days. Not from doubt. From discipline. The same discipline that had kept me standing at a restaurant shift when my feet hurt and my back ached and the baby inside me was running out of room. The same discipline that had kept me at the kitchen table at two in the morning when Noah was asleep and the numbers needed to make sense before morning. I had learned, the hard way and the only way anything is truly learned, that the difference between a plan and a wish was the willingness to wait until every condition was correct before you moved.

Chapter 95: On a good Saturday. Day 32/365 VICKY I woke up with a jolt, my heart was filled with so much joy of a child anticipating santa and christmas present, For a second, I didn’t even know why I felt so energized… then i reached for my calendar to track my dates ,Today was day 32 out of 365. I sat up, reached for my diary, and scribbled in bold letters: “Day 32/365 — I have a plan.”

How could someone be this perfect, despite his arrogant demeanor, he still looked devastatingly handsome. My words were lost somewhere between my lips, and my brain, as I stared at him blankly. I can't even imagine myself falling for him. "You will be paid monthly through out the duration of the contract." "How long is this contract?" I asked, gulping in saliva forcefully. I silently prayed it was going to be for a week, which I had no idea how I was going to survive for that long. He laughed, and it sounded like the Devil himself laughed. There was nothing funny. Was there something on my face? I reached out for my face with my right hand, and found nothing. Then realization struck me! He h

Like someone had unplugged me from life and I was running on low battery. I stared at that photo for a long time. And something inside me whispered, “You’re disappearing.” That scared me. Not enough to ask for help—but enough to realize I wasn’t okay. So I tried to fix myself. I started going to the gym. Bought self-help books. Watched motivational videos. Made vision boards. Journaled. Meditated. I told myself I just needed discipline. Structure. A routine. And for a while, it worked. I felt productive. Busy. In control.