For the past 50 days no matter how tired I feel or how busy I am I have made the bed every single morning. To many this may sound strange, because making the bed might be something you never do or have done every day since you could pull up the covers as a toddler.
When I was young I kept my room tidy and bed made all the time. And for most of my life I have done so, but it is just here in the past few years that life has really taken my arm and twisted it so that I just tell myself who freaking cares if I make the damn bed?
Well, I am starting to care again and although it pains me that my bed may not have the pretty coverlet of my dreams and not even a picture to look at it is still the place I sleep and I should try to treat it with respect.
I am changing be also grabbing what I had before my life was swarming with too many jobs and too little time. And if making the bed each morning will grab back part of myself that I loved the I will do so.
50 Days… they say that you need at least 66 for real change to occur. I am pretty sure can do this thing.