Harri Hetrick’s busy high school life had little order or discipline. Until he decided to begin his day with one simple task.
Today was a battle. Because of a difficult AP Calculus test followed by an underprepared Spanish presentation, a ton of Economics homework and the screaming of insubordinate aspiring youth lacrosse players, I am tired. Yet my silver lining nears. While I drive home I feel pride knowing that despite a day of obstacles and possible failures, the first task I set out to do was a success because I will come home to a made bed.
Making my bed in the morning seems trivial, right? To some, maybe, but as I pull up the comforter, fluff my four pillows to their sharp points and fold the bottom sheet over my soft blanket, I embark on my day with order in my life.
I have not always made my bed. This habit began fairly recently. I returned home from school one day to my yelling mother, a fairly common occurrence, due to her strong belief in “telling it how it is.” The yelling started because I could not juggle my homework, test prep, and sports, on top of my family commitments for the week.
In the past, I haven't been great about managing my time and I used to only do things when they were right in front of me. I lived in the moment but struggled to keep myself organized.