Most people seem to be able to do it regularly and yet, for 27 years I have not been able to make it a habit. My mom tried to teach me to do it but I rebelled.  For years I only did it when I thought other people might see my bedroom.  It was a small task but one that I just couldn’t bring myself to do.  I had given up all hope that I could become one of those people with such self-discipline. And yet, now, after so many years, I have suddenly pulled it together and have started making my bed every day. No, that’s not a euphemism.  It’s been a couple of months now and I am amazed at the difference it makes, in terms of my bedroom feeling neater, even though there are still piles of crap everywhere.  One small step for me, one giant step for bedroom atmosphere!

So mom, if you’re reading this, your little girl has finally grown up!