My Discipline Is Chaotic, Not Cute
People love to talk about discipline like it’s a color-coded planner, a pastel water bottle, and a perfectly lit desk.
Good for them.
My discipline?
Oh babe…
Mine looks like a garage, a goblin screaming in the corner, and a cup of coffee I forgot I made three hours ago.
There’s no aesthetic here.
No “morning routine.”
No “boss babe” monologue playing in the background.
My discipline is held together by:
- roller skate wheels that need tightening,
- a wrench I can’t find until I don’t need it,
- pure spite,
- chaotic momentum,
- and the occasional magical middle finger from Vex.
And it WORKS.
1. I Don’t Wake Up Easy — But, I do Wake Up… Eventually
People assume that to get things done, you need to wake up and get moving right away.
In the Realm, waking up is less of a “scheduled event” and more of a jump scare.
Sometimes the goblin children fight over a spark plug and the noise startles me into consciousness.
Other days, Lawless revs a motorcycle directly outside my window.
Once, Vex popped a wand spark in my face because she “needed a test subject.”
Either way, I get up.
And THAT’S discipline.
I may hit snooze 100 times, but I get up.
Chaotic discipline, but discipline nonetheless.
2. My To-Do List Is Mostly Written in Panic
Here’s a fun fact:
Every task I’ve ever completed started as a dramatic whisper to myself like:
“Oh shit, I forgot.”
I jot things down on:
- the back of receipts
- my hand
- a broken skate wheel
- the garage wall
- a goblin
- anything within reach during what I call “productive adrenaline surges”
Is it pretty?
No.
Is it organized?
Absolutely not.
Does it get done?
Mostly. Eventually. Sometimes.
But when it DOES get done, it’s done with ferocity and questionable tool usage.
That counts.
3. Momentum Is My Master — Not Motivation
Motivation is cute until life happens.
Discipline in the Realm doesn’t ask, “Do I feel like it?”
It asks:
“Is the garage on fire, or do I still have time?”
I don’t wait to feel inspired.
I wait until I’m slightly annoyed, caffeinated, or emotionally cornered , THEN I move.
And once I do?
It’s like a gremlin speeding downhill in roller skates.
There is no stopping me.
Only collisions.
4. The Goblin Children Are My Accountability System (Unfortunately)
Most people use apps.
I use goblins.
They remind me I’m behind by:
- tugging my clothes
- misplacing tools
- pointing at unfinished projects
- loudly announcing my failures in public
- asking, “Isn’t that supposed to be done?” with a smirk.
Are they helpful?
No.
Are they relentless?
Absolutely.
Does their chaos force me to finish things?
Shockingly, yes.
Nothing builds discipline like small gremlins mocking you.
5. My Environment Isn’t Minimalist — It’s Motivational Mess
The garage looks like:
- a biker bar
- a spell lab
- a metal shop
- a daycare for unholy creatures
To the untrained eye, it’s chaos.
To ME, it’s a roadmap of projects, progress, and identity.
The engine parts scattered on the table remind me I’m rebuilding something.
The skates tossed in the corner remind me I move fast when I want to.
The crowbar on the bench reminds me I’ve survived worse.
Clean? No.
Cute? No.
Effective? Completely.
6. I Don’t Track Habits — I Track Wins
Habit trackers are beautiful.
Mine looks like:
- “Didn’t quit.”
- “Did something.”
- “Drank water once.”
- “Didn’t slap a goblin.”
- “Fixed a motorcycle instead of my problems.”
- “Made progress even though I didn’t want to.”
My checklist isn’t about perfection.
It’s about momentum, identity, and staying loyal to the version of me I’m building.
Cute discipline is fragile.
Chaotic discipline?
Indestructible.
7. I Don’t Believe in Failure — I Believe in Redoing It Louder
Mistakes are normal.
Failures are common.
Explosions happen.
(Sometimes literally. Ask Vex about “that one spell.”)
In the Realm, discipline isn’t about avoiding failure.
It’s about getting back up louder and probably holding a tool this time.
Every mess teaches me something:
- wrong part
- wrong time
- wrong goblin
- wrong direction
- wrong spell
Okay, sometimes EVERYTHING is wrong.
But eventually…
it becomes right.
Because I MAKE it right.
And that’s the magic of chaotic discipline , you keep going not because the plan works, but because YOU do.
8. My Discipline Is NOT for Aesthetic Girls — It’s for Warriors
If you like:
- structure
- order
- silence
- clean lines
- beige
My system will overwhelm your nervous system.
But if you’re:
- loud
- messy
- emotional
- driven
- stubborn
- creative
- rebuilding yourself
- running your life like a half-legal garage operation
Then you’re one of us.
Here, discipline is built with:
- stubbornness
- humor
- motion
- grit
- mistakes
- loud music
- and a refusal to quit even when everything is on fire
(Literally or figuratively.)
9. Chaos Creates Champions
People think chaos destroys discipline.
But in the Realm?
Chaos BUILDS it.
It teaches:
- adaptability
- resilience
- quick thinking
- problem-solving
- creativity under pressure
- momentum as a weapon
If discipline is a muscle, chaos is the gym.
And trust me, the Realm BEATS YOU INTO SHAPE.
Conclusion: My Discipline Isn’t Cute… But It’s Mine
I don’t need:
- pastel planners
- affirmation journals
- quiet mornings
- structured routines
I need:
- movement
- noise
- humor
- projects
- purpose
- goblins
- coffee
- spark
- chaos
My discipline is not pretty.
It’s not aesthetic.
It’s not curated.
But it’s REAL.
It’s effective.
And it’s mine, built with grease, grit, and monster-girl energy.
If you relate, welcome to the Realm.
You don’t need cute discipline.
You need chaotic devotion to becoming who you said you’d be.