Accomplish The First Task Of The Day

For the longest time, I avoided making my bed. It felt pointless: what’s the use if I’m just going to mess it up again in a few hours?

But deep down, it was more than laziness. It was me resisting order.

Then one quiet morning, I made my bed. Just that. Two minutes. Nothing grand. But when I stepped back, something inside me shifted. I had followed through. I had started.

That small win gave me a spark. The next day, I made my bed again. Then I drank water. Then I went for a walk. Slowly, I started showing up for myself.

Making the bed wasn’t really about the bed. It was about me choosing to start. Choosing to care. Choosing to try.

It turns out, discipline starts quietly, and in my case, one sheet at a time.