I've actually been making my bed lately, every day. Most mornings, Claire will stand on one side of the bed and help me pull up the sheets and the comforter, then climb on the bed to fix the throw pillows. If she's feeling feisty, and she usually is, she'll then stand up and give it a few jumps just to rumple the smooth covers. I like the effect -- tidy but imperfect.
Today, however, I realized that I make the bed the same way every day. I've got six pillows, a sheet and a reversible comforter to work with, and yet every morning I move through the same motions with mostly the same result.
Such is the trap of routine. Mindlessly pulling myself through the day. Doing things the same way I've always done them simply because it's the way I've always done them.
This morning I went nuts and flipped the comforter over: stripes instead of a floral print. Then I looked in the guest room and thought I might switch the orientation of the beds in there. And suddenly the rest of my life looked like it could do with some small shake-ups as well. Perhaps shopping for a shirt that I'd otherwise never consider, or visiting a new restaurant for lunch alone, or browsing iTunes for an undiscovered (for me) band that rocks my socks.
Change wakes up my soul. While the last few months have contained several huge transitions, sometimes its the little things that matter more.
What are you going to do differently today?