
Yesterday I was settled into my bedroom reading corner when I caught sight of the bed. An urge to toss my book aside, leap up, and straighten the bedding engulfed me; how could I focus on reading in the face of such misalignment?
Yesterday I was settled into my bedroom reading corner when I caught sight of the bed. An urge to toss my book aside, leap up, and straighten the bedding engulfed me; how could I focus on reading in the face of such misalignment?

I'm predisposed - passed down from both sides of the family - to be a bit...anal. Okay, maybe more than a bit. I set my yoga mat to be exactly parallel with the lines of the tile floor. I keep paperwork in labeled notebooks (with matching labels.) The toilet paper rolls over the top, the flatware has designated areas in the drawer... I like order. I crave order. I need order.
I tried to continue reading. I kept looking at the bed. I took the picture. Finally I left to read in another room.
Today I laundered the bedding and remade the bed. Order is restored.
Today I laundered the bedding and remade the bed. Order is restored.
#150orless #misalignedorder