I’m not sure whether this blogpost belongs here, or on my other blog, A Writer’s Journey, but I recently made a commitment to myself to post one blogpost per week at each blog, and today, on the calendar, it is the day to write the blogpost for this blog. So here I will put this post.
Today I made my bed. This really is not much of a claim, but, for several months I have not made my bed each day. This is something I did (or is it failed to do?), even though, a couple of years ago, I developed the habit of making my bed (after years of not making it).
I developed the habit a couple of years ago quite deliberately. And all those who advise making one’s bed each day, and all their reasons for so doing, are all correct. It provides an easy “win” for the daily checklist of to-do’s. It brings order to chaos in one little part of one’s world. It adorns one’s room, bringing a beauty of cleanliness, neatness and tidiness to the room, even if there’s clutter elsewhere. It is also a line in the sand: I will not be returning to this place today (or at least not until bedtime); I am up, the day has begun, there will be no return to sleeping. And, it is also a sign of hope: a day of activity lies ahead, and afterwards, tired, I will be able once again to pull back the covers, and slide in, head on pillow, and rest once more.Continue reading “Making the Bed Basics; a Miscellany of Order”