
When I was a child, I felt like nothing mattered more to my mother than for my bed to be made and my room to be clean. She stressed the importance of how a clean room shapes your day. At the age of 12, I couldn’t care less and personally, I only felt she wanted me to keep my room clean in case company came by. I kept it clean but slacked off as I got older. Once in college (and Mom wasn’t there to nag me), I never made my bed because I figured I was only going to get back into it between … [Read more...]