There was a period in time where I found making my bed every day just plain stupid. There really wasn’t ever a point in making it neat if I was only go to mess it up the next time I cam back to it.
Now that I’m older and very much into “routines” I make the bed as soon as I get up (usually) and it’s the first piece of business I take care of in my day. It does give a slight feeling of satisfaction but I appreciate coming back to a neat bed at night when I settle down at the end of the day.
But it goes beyond all of that. I realize that if you take care of what you’re supposed to it sets a precedent for everything else in your life. I can look back through periods of my life where I wasn’t the best version of myself I could have been.
I was that un-made bed.
I realize that all of this bed making now is just an extension of who I am now. Just understanding that makes me want to continue to try to be the best that I can be. I’m always a work in progress. Perhaps I should also change the sheets once in a while.
A History of Stupidity 