It was a joke! I was kidding! I was making fun of myself, as a matter of fact. By that I don't mean that I don't really do all that to make my bed. I do, in fact, do all that to make my bed. It just struck me as funny,one day as I was making my bed, that I have this specific little routine for it.
As with many daily tasks, I use the time spent making my bed as a mindfulness exercise. While I am completing the job, I think about what I am doing, and try to think only of what I am doing. It is a little bubble of time, where the mundane and the rote become sort of a haven for the mind to dwell in. I find it rather soothing, actually. It also relieves the sheer boredom, say, of washing the dishes yet again for the kajillionth time.
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