A recurring memory:
I was in the first class of Cultural Foundations at N.Y.U. London. The Professor was discussing the syllabus and expectations for the rest of the semester. He presented a dilemma he thought most of us would encounter at least once in the semester as freshmen: that we would have to choose between going out to a party or stay in and do the readings. He reenacted a hypothetical conversation between two students, emphasizing the temptation and the allure of going out and having fun. He warned us we would encounter many more of those moments in our lives.
He was right.
I choose to swim. I choose to get quality sleep. I choose the 9pm bedtime. I choose the repetitive healthy meals. I choose the boring routine.
Choosing to do the readings has served me well.