Making My Bed Unloced…

Lately, I have been getting up, getting ready for work, and leaving my apartment without making my bed. Now I know what you are thinking. So what? Well, here is the kicker. Whereas a lot of people subscribe to the idea of "Why make your bed, when you are just going to get back in it?" I do NOT. I subscribe to the idea of making my bed the second I get out of it before I do anything else in the morning. I also like to make my bed because I read in an article once, that making your bed makes the rest of your room look neat, even if it isn't.
But for the past week I just haven't been making my bed. I have been very slow getting up in the mornings and I just don't have the time. I usually roll out of bed and have just enough time to get ready and pack a breakfast to go, before I am off to work, and my bed just doesn't get made.
For most people, this would be fine, but for me, my unmade bed is usually in the back of my mind all day, so much so, that I will make my bed as soon as I get home, even though I will be getting into it a few hours later. My incessant need to do this has really got me thinking, and here is what I have discovered.
I am a bit of a control freak. I like things to be a certain way. I am neat and clean. I like schedules. Start times. End times. I am a person that pays attention to the finite details. I like order and I don't color outside the lines. But my unmade bed, (and my counselor) has forced me to see that I cannot control anything. Only myself. The world is a crazy and mixed up place and, try as we might, we can't ever really have control over everything. Things are going to happen, we are going to get hurt. Sometimes we have to let go of what we want things to be and we must surrender to what is. Sure, it's good to have a plan, but you also have to make room for plans to change, for life to happen.
So I am letting go in 2020. I am surrendering. I will TRY not to worry about things I cannot control. I will let myself feel joy. I will let myself make mistakes. I won't be so hard on myself if I am a little late. My day will carry on without a second thought of my unmade bed, besides, I am just going to get back in it anyway. Be blessed! <3

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