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Make your bed.
"Make your bed," I imagine myself saying at the time. I probably even put the magazine down and took a good gander at my bedroom, strewn with with children's toys and dirty clothes and likely a few spit-up stains on the comforter and pillow cases. I might have even kicked the magazine aside and thought, "Right. Like that will change my life."
But you know what? I took a leap of faith - maybe not that day or the next or even the next week - and when I thought of that idea again, I simply pulled the top comforter up the the headboard and fluffed the pillows a little. "Done," I said to myself. Satisfied, I walked out of the room.
And then I did it again, the next day. Then the next. And so on. Only, it made me start clearing a path from the bed to the closet, from the closet to the bathroom, to the staircase, down the stairs, through the living room, and into my life.
I cleared shit out. We moved. I didn't take that old baggage with us.
And every day, I begin again, with a freshly made bed.