“For those who have been trained by it, no discipline seems pleasant at the time but painful.”
These words, this tune, sing in my ears whenever I’m struggling to find the discipline to do the work I intend to do. “I’m tired.” “I don’t feel like it.” “I can do it tomorrow.”
Nope. Bobby already told you what to do.
“Straighten up your feeble arms
Straighten up your weakened knees.”
(This is a good time to mention that it’s my opinion that the best Bobby McFerrin album is the one you’re listening to. He’s transcendent every time.)