I made up my bed today.
I know--for most people that is just a given. But it's pretty significant to me. A few years ago I could have convinced Martha Stewart that making up a bed was absolutely insane. I said that it was a pointless task. I hated it and I never, ever, ever did it.
Thankfully, a couple of years ago I began to learn that my mind, emotions and physical state all work together. It turns out that every area of my life is inextricably linked. Who knew? So basically what I realized is that when my house is a wreck then I am kind of a wreck as well.
Eventually I had to do one of the most difficult things we have the option to do in life and admit that maybe, just maybe, I could have been wrong about some things. For starters--accepting that perhaps making up the bed could somehow be a good thing?
So I did it. I made up my bed. I decided that everyday I would just pull up the sheets, throw on the pillows and make it up. It didn't have to look perfect. That wasn't the point. The point was just simply to get it done. So I did it.
Over and over again.
It may not seem like a huge thing. Making up a bed? Not a big deal. It's really not. The habit created itself so quietly that I didn't even realize it was mine until today. When I looked at my bed and thought, Now that's nice. You stubborn old mule--THAT'S NICE! And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Obviously it's not pointless and I don't hate it. It's not insane. Insanity is always doing the same thing and expecting different results...
And I hope you see that this is not about whether or not a bed should be made. At all...
"They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself." Andy Warhol
It was one thing. One small thing. That I changed. That I admitted might need changing in my life.
An accomplished housekeeper I am not. I will never be. Actually, you know what? Scratch that. Maybe I will be one day! Maybe one day my house will be on the cover of Martha Stewart and she will be interviewing me about my mad housekeeping skills. Yes! And we will laugh about how I used to never make up my bed.
You just never know... Right, Martha?
But for now, a made-up bed is good enough for me.