"The Secret" Revisited
Have you read The Secret by Rhonda Byrne? 
Above, right: Adolph Menzel, Ungemachtes Bett (1845), black chalk on paper, image via Wikipedia Commons
But as incredible as that sounds, I may have inadvertently stumbled upon an even more powerful secret to unlocking the riches of the world. It's simply this: Make your bed every morning.
While randomly surfing the web recently, I came across a quote that asserts that making your bed in the morning — even if no one will see it but you —sets you up for a fruitful, successful day which, in turn, guarantees a productive week — followed by a bang-up month and a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious year. String enough of those together, and you achieve a successful lifetime with all the trappings — an ideal spouse, perfect children, multiple mansions, private jets, Jaguars, yachts… Just name it. The possibilities are limited only by your greedy imagination.
I really think there’s something to this! Occasionally I don't make my bed all day; so as a result, I have none of those rewards. I (apparently mistakenly) have felt that since I live alone and any company I might have isn't likely to try to lure me into the bedroom (darn it!) what's the point, since I'm only going to have to remove the pillows and quilt a few hours later at bedtime. Sure, my room looks so much prettier when it's tidy and the bed is made; but unless my condo is on the market and I have scheduled an open house, what difference does it make?
I must admit, though, that whenever I pass the bedroom door to go into the bathroom or to access my laundry, my spirits (and any drive I may have had) plummet when a glance reveals that crumpled bed. And I can't erase that vision for the rest of the day. It remains emblazoned on my brain when I sit at my computer and try to finish that essay I started a week ago (the last time I made my bed) or go into the kitchen to cook dinner (which I hadn’t done since that day last week when I last made my bed). And the picture is still messing up my head when I pick up the phone to order take-out again.
Of course, one would think there's a simple solution — just shut the bedroom door. But that's when I instantaneously develop X-Ray vision. I can see that mess just as clearly as before.
When did I become so slovenly? I certainly wasn't raised that way. My mother was like the woman in the classic joke who made the bed if her husband got up at 3:00 AM to go to the bathroom. So how come Mom never achieved fabulous wealth? There’s an easy explanation — she was the exception that proves the rule. So that leaves the road to excess free and clear for me.
Sorry to rush off, but I really have to run. I want to buy a lottery ticket before the stores close.
But in order to guaranty I buy a winner, first I have to make my bed.
©2017 Rose Madeline Mula for SeniorWomen.com
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