Make Your Bed And Sleep On It.

“If you want to change the world, make your bed first thing in the morning.”

~ Admiral William H. McRaven .

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And that dear reader is the bed that I make the first thing every morning. It may not be how the Navy Seals do it, but before I head to the bathroom on waking up, I make it exactly as you see it here. It may not look like how a five star hotel housekeeper will do it, but below the comforter, the bed is made to military specifications!

Why do I do it? I don’t have a clue. Habit is the nearest I can come up with. Something vague comes to mind. The fear of a martinet of a father who would otherwise belt the bejesus out of me if I did not or the gentle words of a mother who would say, “Be neat and clean” from a distant childhood comes to mind. Total brainwashing!

And I do it again after my siesta in the afternoon.

Anyway, the purpose of this post is not to show off my bed making skills, but to take you to Admiral McRaven’s commencement speech at the University of Texas. A remarkable speech which has been brought to my attention by a friend who always admires my bedroom which in his words is “always in ship shape shape”.  And he is a land lubber if there ever was one.  For those who do not know, I live in a split level home with my bedroom at the ground level and two bedrooms on the upper floor. Visitors wanting to ease themselves after much indulgence prefer to use the facilities downstairs and that is how the ship shape shape has became known to my friend who is a frequent visitor. And without much ado, here is the good Admiral who has given an excellent ten point programme on how to change the world.  Not that I am of the graduating age, but it is nice to hear such inspiring thoughts now that I don’t have such lofty aims in life.

It Is Sun Evening. An Update.

This post is prompted by the comment that Alan G has left on my post It Is Sunday.

“According to the ‘World Clock’ as I post this comment it is 6:42 PM in Pune so I assume since there are no gleeful followup comments from you, you must be out chasing the culprit who failed to pay you back! 😕

On the other hand, perhaps they did pay you back and you’re out shopping with the returned funds… and interest I presume! :)”

Neither Alan!

The borrower when confronted said that he had promised to return the loan on the 21st inst. At that time he had not taken into account the 21st being a Sunday! So, he has sought an extension of 24 hours and has promised to pay tomorrow.

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It is Sunday.

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Start every day with a smile, and get it over with
~ W.C. Fields

For me every day is Sunday so it hardly makes any difference from day to day.  Getting over with it everyday too is no big deal.

Today, is however rather special because someone who has borrowed some money from me has promised to return it today.  I hope that he fulfills his promise.  If by about 4.00 pm, that is in about nine hours time, he does not, I will have to stop smiling and do something about chasing him for it.

Have a great Sunday!

Comfort Zone.

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When I go visiting my brothers, sister and / or friends as a houseguest, I am inevitably enveloped in pots of love and given special attention and spoiled silly. It makes for great feeling and bonding for a few days and then, the mind starts playing tricks on me. It starts wanting to go back home.

All those people are either overseas or in distant cities. I have a cousin who lives just a couple of hours drive away. I am very close to he and his wife and they are very affectionate to me and love to have me stay with them as often as I can and for as long as I can. Just one night there and my mind wants me to go back home.

I have friends within Pune, the city that I live in who I visit often who are as loving and caring as those mentioned above. A couple of hours away at their places and my mind wants me to get back home immediately.

Why is this mind driving me all the time back to my home? Particularly when, in my home, there is no immediate enveloping of love and spoiling me silly and I have to be by and large on my own with only our dog for company. Despite that, I love to be back home sitting on my favourite sofa, recliner or the chair at the computer and sleep on my well used and contoured-to-my-body-shape mattress on the old bed under the familiar comforter.

And in the answer to that question lies the definition to today’s topic. “The comfort zone is a state within which a person feels at ease, familiar, and in control, and experiences low anxiety. A person in this state uses a limited set of behaviours to deliver a steady level of performance, usually without a sense of risk.” Every man is the king of his castle. The key word here is “castle”. The ruler in a castle is the King, right? Well, it’s important for a man – let’s say just some retired bloke who picks his nose for a career, to have someplace where HE is in charge. He pays the bills, works or not at all, takes care of his family or is taken care of by them – and by jove, his home is HIS CASTLE! Voila, that is his COMFORT ZONE.  So, what I do to expand my comfort zone is to get comfortable with being uncomfortable in other people’s comfort zones!

This topic was suggested by Maxi and me for the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where currently eight of us write on the same topic every Friday.  I hope that you enjoy my contribution to that effort.  The seven other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order,  AshokgaelikaaLin, Maxi, PadmumShackman and The Old Fossil. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, or not at all this week, do give some allowance for that too!