Smile for I have a purpose, so I am to believe.
This morning I got out of bed, then I made it, I made it so then I wouldn’t jump back into it.
Then I decided I would do this every morning this week because it felt good, it felt like I did something, yes something little, something that really doesn’t matter because no one will see that I’ve made my bed, it really doesn’t matter if I don’t make my bed because no one is going to say “woohoo you go girl” no one is going to give me an award.
So why did it feel good? why do I want to do it every morning?
One reason I guess is because I know that my bed has been a safe place to hide, to hide from the world, to hide from dealing with my black dog, so now it is where I go at night to relax, read and then sleep, but definitely not hide.
One day at a time…