I’ve never lived alone, so being in the house with just the dog is a relatively different experience. It has caused me to think about why I do some of the things I do.
Like make the bed each day. Like make sure all the dishes are washed and put away before I go to bed. Like not leave piles of clutter.
I had always assumed I did those things because they mattered to me. But when I got out of bed yesterday and contemplated leaving the bed unmade because I was just going to get back in it later that night, I wondered whether I was doing them more to preserve my image among those with whom I lived.
Sort of reminds me of the old question about the tree falling in an empty forest with no one to hear it. Did any of those things really matter if I was the only one affected?
Either they did or I am a creature of habit because I didn’t allow myself to become a slob for 2 days even though Jake would have been my only witness.
How about you? What motivates your behavior when it comes to these pesky little details?