Letter To Discipline

Dear Discipline, 

I am sorry to say.... but I used to roll my eyes when I thought of you.
I considered you militant, uptight, anal, BORING... I thought of you as a negative personality trait, not one that I -  a self-proclaimed imaginative creative - would ever want to have.
I was wrong, dear Discipline.
You are none of those things. 
What you are to me now is a GIFT. A gift that keeps on giving. 
I make friends with you more and more as the years go by.
I am excited when I am in your presence... when I feel you driving me to produce, to do, to achieve... to keep going despite all the fears and doubts. 

Artists like me tend to credit inspiration, imagination, creativity and flow as our alleys to the intuitive creative process, and we often overlook an equally important component: YOU, dear discipline.
Without you - I don't finish my work.
Without you - I don't DO some work.
Without you - I don't get better.
Without you - I don't take the steps needs to share my work with the world.
And what is art without an audience? What is art if it isn't shared? It is a hobby.
YOU, my dear friend, you turned my art into finished work that then can be received by others.

Yes, I used to roll my eyes... but now? Now I am PROUD of you in my life.
I consider you a loyal, trusted, grounded alley within me, that has patiently waited for me to fully accept her. To fully realize the importance of her.
You are like a taste that keeps growing on me; a best friend I can't help but slowly fall in love with; a secret sauce in the meal of my life. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

~Love,

Me.