I can't fold fitted sheets.

How do you handle your life?

One day, I spent 8 hours on my phone which is nothing compared to the new record of 10. A good chunk of that stemmed from late night scrolling. My thumbs dancing across the black screen while my head bobbed and weaved, fighting sleep like a toddler.

Of course, it was a waste of time, energy, and a huge hit to my sleep schedule (which is still under repair). There was a time when I could read for hours or I’d sit at the table and write until I realized I was off in my own world. Now, I’m lucky if I can sit still long enough to enjoy a show without getting on my phone.

We live in a fast-paced world, that’s no secret. Over the past few months, I’ve had to come to terms with myself. I had to have several come-to-Jesus meetings and endless monologues in the halls of my home. Who do I want to be? How can I get there? Where do I start? Definitely not by staying up ‘til 3 a.m. on my phone.

Bad habits are hard to break, but good ones are tough to develop. I’m learning how to be patient and forgiving to myself. It can be …. challenging as a recovering perfectionist, which I heard someone say earlier on a podcast*. Yet, I have to remember how those bad habits make me feel, why I want to change, and who I’m doing it for. Life is not easy. Things are not linear. The more I think about it, it’s like a fitted sheet. No one knows how to fold the thing to make it look nice and proper, except maybe Martha Stewart or Marie Kondo (I love them). So, we fold it in half then roll it in on itself or scrunch it into a lumpy ball to jam it into the closet.

Whether you have a smooth square of fabric or a lumpy ball, you fold it. You roll it until you have it in your hands, creases and all, then jam it into the closet.

A gentle reminder: The only way out is through.

* The podcast is called Seasoned Dialogue for those who are interested.