I have started making my bed. This does not seem significant, but for anyone who has ever seen my room, they know how huge this is. I have a history of keeping my room messy. Scratch that I have a history of keeping my room disastrous. It seriously looked like it should be roped off with yellow tape because it was a hazard zone.
But recently I have taken to making my bed. And you know what it makes me feel good. It makes me want to keep the rest of the room a bit neater. When I turn in at night I am always happy to find it so nicely made and waiting for me to pull the covers down and snuggle in.
Mostly I like it because it’s a solid manifestation that I got something accomplished. It is small, I know, but it is something. I may be stressed with homework assignments, projects and deadlines. But you know what, I made my bed, and when I see it I know that on some level I must be doing all right.
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