Make Your Bed

I haven’t always been a bed-maker. My mother got tired of hassling me about it in my teen years.  I just closed my door. Out of sight, out of mind, right?  In my early married years, same thing. At both times in my life, I was in too much of a hurry to get out the door for school or work.  The kids came, and forget about it.

Then something happened about 10 years ago. I had a spare two minutes and decided to make my bed.  The rest of the room was a wreck, but the square footage that my bed took up was tidy.  I’d love to say that it inspired me to clean the rest of the room, but I can’t remember.  I do know that I liked the feeling of coming home after long hours to a nice made bed. I have kept up the practice.

One of my co-workers made a comment about an unkempt student. Her quote was, “He reminds me of an unmade bed.”  The analogy screamed at me. I knew exactly what she was saying.  Was I that disheveled person before my bed-making habit? I don’t think so. The bed-making habit has helped me to look at other things in my life.

• Are my relationships an unmade bed?
• Are my finances an unmade bed?
• Are my work habits an unmade bed?
• Is my home an unmade bed?
• Is my spiritual life an unmade bed?

It’s a small investment of time to make a bed. It makes the quality of my life much better. There are over 5,000,000 (yes, that’s over 5 million) sites on Google about the benefits of making your bed. I learned it the old-fashioned way.  I just did it.

I”m working on the other aspects of my life to keep their beds made.