Anyone who has known me well would know that making my bed was never really a priority for me. Taking those extra few moments to sleep in the morning used to take priority over the appearance of my bedroom, a room which few people have ever really seen in the first place. It was a measure of control for myself - I mean, hey, who cares about the condition of a bed in room that they will never see, right?
The new semester started, and I decided that I was going to run things in my life differently. So I started with making my bed. Every day, I have woken up and made my bed. Until today.
Today, something in me just clicked weirdly. I woke up when I was supposed to,; I made my decaf coffee and ate a bowl of Rice Krispie Treats cereal. I watched an episode of "Once Upon A Time" on Netflix. It was not as it I was lacking in time. And yet, my bed remained in the same state it was when I exited it:
It is strange how something so incidental becomes the focus of one's attention. While it has not stifled me in my daily activities - specifically Morning Prayer and Sunday Mass - it is troubling in the sense that it is just not the (new and relative) norm for me. Funny how our minds work, isn't it, when it comes to things that are ordinary and every day. That which is mundane is also an anchor for us. Our footing is on solid ground when we follow our routines and traditions. We should never become slaves to those routines; however, even when the routines do not control us, it is important to break from them on those rare occasions.
As a reminder that we are still in control of many aspects of our own lives.