Love yourself and just make the damn bed.
Ladies, seriously. It sounds so simple and stupid. I know some mornings you have not the energy nor the inclination. I mean you're just going to be crawling back in it tonight, and you seem to be the only one around this joint that cares if it's made, anyhow.
But just make it. Do it anyway. You know why? It's a small little victory. Every day, we need small victories. If that means today's victory is that you took the time to make the bed, that's awesome and you've earned a great big gold star. No sarcasm there, only love, ladies. You have to appreciate your own dedication to the little things, to your sheer determination to not let the tiredness/ mental fog/ anxiety/ whatever is plaguing your beautiful mind, win. Not today, Satan.
Personally, when I overcome that initial "ugh, God, I hate making this stupid bed every morning, it doesn't matter to anyone but me, why am I even bothering, the dogs just lay on the damn thing during the day and mess it up anyway" and I just MAKE THE DAMN BED, I find that every time I walk into the room and see that bed made in all its beautiful glory, I feel an inner peace - that little bit of mental clutter is gone.
If you look around my closet or my room and you take note of laundry piles or an unmade bed, you can bet your sweet bum that I am not feeling myself, lately. It could be attributed to any number of reasons, but the first indication to me that I need to get my crap together is when I struggle to find the will to deal with simple daily tasks.
However, when I consitently choose to manage these simple daily tasks, Imagically feel better. Maybe not magically, but somehow, the choices I make on a daily basis to fight against the whiny feelings of "why am I doing this anyway, it doesn't matter," - those choices MATTER. They matter, so much.
Clutter in my house is clutter in my mind, and when my mind is jumbled up with feelings of guilt (over not doing the things), resentment (because I feel like I am the only one doing them) and general angst (why can't I find the will to just do the damn laundry!?), I simply am not myself at all.
I don't know about you - but I HATE feeling that way. I hate knowing that something is wrong and finding very little will to change it.
Not every day is a struggle like that, and the times I get to those truly low points are fairly few and far between. That's because I have learned to listen to myself and take note of my environment. Laundry starting to pile up a bit? Best get right on that, because I know that the more cluttered things get in the house - the more it will effect my mental clarity.
So now-a-days, I look at it like this.
Just make the damn bed and put those clothes in the wash, and for the love of GOD actually put them away when they're all done. Because my mental clarity and my happiness is worth my OWN time. Love yourself, and make the damn bed.
But just make it. Do it anyway. You know why? It's a small little victory. Every day, we need small victories. If that means today's victory is that you took the time to make the bed, that's awesome and you've earned a great big gold star. No sarcasm there, only love, ladies. You have to appreciate your own dedication to the little things, to your sheer determination to not let the tiredness/ mental fog/ anxiety/ whatever is plaguing your beautiful mind, win. Not today, Satan.
Personally, when I overcome that initial "ugh, God, I hate making this stupid bed every morning, it doesn't matter to anyone but me, why am I even bothering, the dogs just lay on the damn thing during the day and mess it up anyway" and I just MAKE THE DAMN BED, I find that every time I walk into the room and see that bed made in all its beautiful glory, I feel an inner peace - that little bit of mental clutter is gone.
If you look around my closet or my room and you take note of laundry piles or an unmade bed, you can bet your sweet bum that I am not feeling myself, lately. It could be attributed to any number of reasons, but the first indication to me that I need to get my crap together is when I struggle to find the will to deal with simple daily tasks.
However, when I consitently choose to manage these simple daily tasks, I
Clutter in my house is clutter in my mind, and when my mind is jumbled up with feelings of guilt (over not doing the things), resentment (because I feel like I am the only one doing them) and general angst (why can't I find the will to just do the damn laundry!?), I simply am not myself at all.
I don't know about you - but I HATE feeling that way. I hate knowing that something is wrong and finding very little will to change it.
Not every day is a struggle like that, and the times I get to those truly low points are fairly few and far between. That's because I have learned to listen to myself and take note of my environment. Laundry starting to pile up a bit? Best get right on that, because I know that the more cluttered things get in the house - the more it will effect my mental clarity.
So now-a-days, I look at it like this.
Just make the damn bed and put those clothes in the wash, and for the love of GOD actually put them away when they're all done. Because my mental clarity and my happiness is worth my OWN time. Love yourself, and make the damn bed.
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