I usually can’t start my day unless my bed is made. It is 7:45am on Sunday morning and the bed is made for today. I can now get on with my day. But yesterday was different…
I didn’t make my bed. No one reason - I felt unwell and so got up later, and went back to bed mid-afternoon - but I was also up and about doing things through out the day. In the evening I went out to see friends for dinner.
So last night I climbed into an unmade bed…and you know what? It felt kind of good.
…but I still plan on starting each day making my bed.