One lesson I learned when young, was that if I had several tasks to perform, to do the one I wanted to do least, first. That way, it was finished, wasn't looming over me casting a long shadow, and everything that came after it felt easy by comparison. ( I always clean the bathroom first.)
I was explaining this to a sponsee, and she brought me up short by exclaiming, "I wouldn't have the self-discipline to do that!" I had to stop to consider - was it self-discipline? I suppose it is, although I think of it more as having found a way that works for me.
We then had a spirited discussion on labelling, and the different feelings which arose when considering "self-discipline" as opposed to "what works for me." She got really excited as she got a glimpse of the possibilities ahead, if she were to just change the way she labels her life. For her, "self-discipline" felt heavy and guilt-producing; "what works for me" felt light and powerful.
She said to me, hands waving, "I'm having one of those things you talk about, those things! You know what I mean, what are they, oh, why can't I remember?"
I asked, "Startling revelations?"
"Yes!" She sat back in her chair, satisfied, and beamed at me. I beamed back.
She said, "I've wanted one of my own, since the first time I heard you use that term."
I laughed, because that's how it seems to go in sponsorship. It's never the things upon which I pontificate, which make the connection for someone, it's the chance comment, the offhand remark.
"God is his own interpreter, and he will make it plain."