I’m making changes this year. Little changes. The big changes never last. It’s little ones that stick. So I’m going to start by making my bed every morning.
When I was a kid, my mother believed, firmly, that making the bed set the tone for each day. So each morning I let her make my bed.
But now that I’m older, I’ve decided to make our bed every morning. Namely, because my mother believed that a man who makes his bed won’t ever be too disappointed in himself inasmuch as he accomplished at least one task today.
I’m also vowing to practice moderation. It will be my policy to drink only one beer at a time.
Another change I’m making: I’m going to play with my phone less. Phones are time-suckers. So I’m not going to play on my phone. Instead, I’m going to spend quality time playing on my wife’s phone.
I’m going to eat more bacon. Life is too short to deprive oneself of bacon. A woman named Susannah Mushatt Jones of Brooklyn, New York, lived until age 116. She ate a serving of bacon every day. But frankly, I don’t want to live to 116, so I will also eat queso dip to offset things.
I’m going to give to homeless people more often. Every time I drive past a homeless guy I think to myself, “He’s just looking for drugs.” But my conscience knows better. Addicts need lunch too.
I’m going to do more meaningful stuff this year. I don’t exactly know what that means, but I mean it.
I’m going to run some 5Ks or 10Ks, for good causes. I’m going to do this because I enjoy running, because I like meeting people, and above all, because there is usually free beer at the finish line.
I’m going to attend more baseball games. My old man died young, and a few nights before he died, he said, “Let’s go to more ballgames next season.” I never forgot that.
I’m going to have more fun, and not apologize for it. More fishing trips. More camping trips. And I’m finally going to get around to that honey-do list. In fact, I’m going to write the list right now, so my wife can get started.
I’m going to laugh more. And if I can’t laugh, I’m going to make someone else laugh. And if I can’t make someone laugh, I’m going to play on my wife’s phone.
More pizza. More pasta. Less salad. I’m going to make an effort to enjoy tiny moments in my life. Not just the big ones. I mean the happenings that I never pay attention to. The taste of chocolate. The smell of summer rain. Colonoscopies.
I’m going to tell people I love them. Not just family and friends, but anyone who crosses my path. I’m going to call old friends more often. I’m going to say yes more than I say no. I’m going to worry less. And whenever I catch myself worrying, I’m not going to worry about it.
And if I can’t do any of the above because I’m too uncommitted, too undisciplined, or just flat lazy. I’m not going to be disappointed in myself.
Because at least I made the bed this morning.
I agree about making your bed setting a positive tone for the day. I always did this religiously. When I got married, it annoyed my husband to get the bed made with him in it! I couldn’t help it. I adjusted to just making my side but it would bug me to come back to the room later and see the bed only half made. He’s from the, “We’re just going to get back into it tonight,” camp. As time went on, my husband became an early riser, so problem solved. I just wait for him to get up, then I make our bed all tidy. Our cat, Buttercup, helps here. She announces breakfast at a very early hour. If I’m not ready to get up yet, I ignore her. My husband, who dotes on her and spoils her to pieces, flies out of bed to tend the cat. I get up and make the bed. Everyone’s happy. Sometimes all parties need to adjust to the middle.
“I’m going to say yes more than I say no.”
When a person is a young adult or middle aged, saying no to some things is often necessary in order to avoid a harried life. Now that I’m growing older and my age begins with a 6, the kids are grown and the parents are buried, I’m finding it’s good to say yes a little more often. I used to clear things off my plate, and now I have the time to add things.
Someone remarkably brilliant once said, “To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven…”