For those of you who are unaware, I live somewhat of an atypical lifestyle. In August of 2018, I packed my bags and said goodbye to my house in Campbell, California. Saying somewhat of an "Irish Goodbye", closing both of my offices, putting in my two weeks at Stanford University, packing what belongings I'd need into a backpack, gym, bag, suitcase and took off.
In the past ten months, I haven't spent more than 8 days in the same city, living out of Airbnb and airport terminals. Lecturing and lifting my way across the globe, I've been lucky to cover a lot of ground and see a lot of different places. From Beirut to Perth, to Miami and pretty much everywhere in between.
But as different as all my destinations have been there has been one constant that I continue to run into. One question that seems to be waiting for me at every port of call.
- " Jordan, how do you stay disciplined"
Even as I type this, I have a hard time not laughing out loud at the thought.
Me?
Disciplined?
There are more than a few high school teachers and grad school professors who would share in my amusement.
In my mind, there is no such thing as discipline. Only passion. Only love. My actions, my wantingness to train and teach from city to city is by no means a display of discipline.
In a lot of ways, I don't think that discipline exists, people's actions are driven by what they love to do. What I love to do just seems difficult to most people, but does not make me worthy of commendation.
Finding passion in a pursuit, being oriented towards a goal that you deem worthwhile will far outlast the strictures and constraints of discipline.
Fall in love with the process.
Stay Strong,
Dr. Jordan Shallow D.C
