I’ve started to make my bed each morning. This has never happened. Perhaps, psychologically I feel that if I make my bed it will help to tidy up my entire life which some days feels like a disaster. That, and it’s a small task that leaves a feeling of pride to start the day off.
My inner child is stoked.
“Yeah Mom, Dad! Take that!! I totally just made my bed!”
Life = winning.
But, in actuality, it’s the same level of comfort.
So, maybe this small step can be carried over into the rest of the mess. Truth is, we are all a little bit messy. Some of us aren’t exactly where we want or thought we would be in life. Relationship woes. Marriage woes. Financial woes. Emotional woes. Woe is me.
Some of us have really messy beds.
But, look closer. Is it really, ‘woe is me’?
Fuck that. Not today.
WHOA is me.
It’s all perception.
We are taught from a young age that you ‘should’ make your bed. And if you want to, go ahead. Really. I am.
Because I want to.
It can be as messy as you want it to be. (Unless you share it with someone, it might need a little compromise. I don’t have this problem… yet.) Still though, it might need a little fixing up before you crawl in – and if you make it too tightly, you might kick your feet so that it’s a bit more loose. A little breathing room, you might say. The trick is to find the right balance.
Regardless, it’s your bed. It doesn’t matter how perfect it is. It doesn’t matter how messy it is. It might change on a daily basis. Maybe you’ll go for month with nicely tucked in sheets. Maybe you’ll go for twenty years with pillows strewn across the floor.
What matters, is that it’s where magic happens. (Okay, as of lately, I don’t know what this is like, but whatever, you get the point.) It’s where magic CAN happen. It’s waiting. Calling your name. Dying for you to jump in, roll around and make love to it. How you decide to play – to explore in it is all up to you.
It’s where dreams are made.
All you have to do is show up.
(Maybe relax a little.)
This is a metaphor for life.