Finding the who-I-am in the what-I-do

I have entered an interesting season in this Year of Go, a season of discipline. This semester is gearing up to be one of the most challenging of my life, but I look ahead with confidence that what needs to be done can get done. 

Am I going to be working a lot of hours? Undeniably. Am I actually going to be working two, maybe three peoples' jobs at some point? Certainly. Am I going to still be a full-time doctoral student working on both a content course and the beginnings of a dissertation? Hopefully. Will I move a few professionals from multiple office spaces to a new office home? Sure thing. All the while making students, faculty, and staff members believe that my job and life is easy? *Breaking a sweat now* but sure. And making sure to continue to pay attention to the few shreds of relationships I have left? I will, yes.

My coping mechanism for this monster ahead of me? Discipline. I think there are probably many ways to handle such a year. Some people would drop commitments right and left. Some people would may run away. Or curl up in the fetal position in a dark corner somewhere. I am trying to be proactive. A new schedule is emerging that will define my life pretty distinctly in the next six months or more. 

6am-alarm
7am-homework
8:30am-work
12pm-lunch
12:30pm-homework
evening-run, homework, personal reading
10:30pm-get ready for bed
11pm-sleep

Lather. Rinse. Repeat. 

I've also given up watching television. Let's face it, I'm generally not all that entertained anyway when it's on. It's expensive. And it's a HUGE time suck. Gone. And, for some reason, I've added a few additional disciplines: personal reading and a running class. 

I was asked yesterday, "What are you learning through all of this new-found discipline?" and at the time, I didn't really have a good answer. But today, on the drive home, I think I realized what I was learning: who I am and what I'm made to do. This may sound a bit lofty and somewhat ridiculous. What could I possibly learn about who I am through a crazy season of overcommitment and military-like precision? Our lives are defined by the what-we-do of everyday. The what-we-do forms us into who we are. When we consume our time with junk TV and violent video games, those things become a part of who we are. When we fill our time with volunteer work, hobbies, work, beautiful music, the great outdoors...the what-we-do forms the who-we-are. This season, intentionally or not, is shaping who I am becoming.  I don't know how exactly to articulate the who-I-am just yet in relation to the what-I-do, but at the very least, I know that this is fueled by an unquenchable passion to love God and love people. And the what-I-do of everyday, the constant alarms and meeting reminders, the book clubs, the homework, the time put into it all, is creating a better me for God's glory. 

Bring on the discipline, the structure, and the fullness. I rejoice in the opportunity to learn who God has created me to be and what He's created me to do through this journey. And now, my alarm says its time to get ready for bed. 6am comes around pretty quickly.