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Making Your Bed

Have you heard the inspiring speakers? The ones who talk about waking up and making your bed straight away. The speakers who claim that this pattern is the key to fulfillment and success, these folks are so well organized, I'm impressed. My reality is a little different these days.

There was a time when the first action of the day was to take care of business. Make my bed, get a workout in, down a healthy breakfast, and get to work. I liked my routine and I excelled at it. Winning felt good.

These days, my first action is often one more closely associated with disaster response. A child has wet the bed, a dog has vomited in the hallway, the house alarm was accidently triggered by a well intended husband upon departure, or a tribe of Little Ones are accidentally kicking my ribs and nose in unison (because they all crawled into our bed during the last night's thunderstorm).

These days, my "not so twenty-something" body often hits the floor running after FAR too little sleep or conditioning. And while I can attest with complete honesty that the early morning hours are still my favorite, by far, the desire to voluntarily soak them up is not high on my priority list. Right now, I'll take any wink of sleep I can manage, and I'll savor it.

I think it's worth noting that I'm dabbling in a change of dietary direction. A reduction/elimination of sugar and white flour, for starters. I'm not great at the program. I'm not even sure I'd say I'm good at it, but the days and weeks where I adhere to the plan, I feel so much better! My joints, my energy level, my creativity, and my overall well being are improved by these tiny measures that are appaulingly difficult to achieve in today's America. Still, the quest for better health and the desire to spend as many days as possible with my children and my husband, these things drive me. They drive me to avoid sugar and cut back on or eliminate white flour. I can get that part together.

The bed. Making the bed in the morning. That is just going to have to wait. This evening, I toss the sheets and raise the covers. I stretch the corners around the bed and, with great satisfaction, I make the bed just before I climb inside. Success is mine.
Better late than never.
Winning feels good
:)

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