Long, long ago when I was young and dependent, my parents would nag about the state of my bedroom: it rarely met their standards of tidy. I would challenge their unrealistic ideals by questioning them. When this failed to help my cause I would shove everything under the bed.
Why do my clothes need to be put away? I鈥檓 going to wear them eventually; why must the bed be made? I鈥檒l be sleeping in it again, tonight; who am I hurting? Why does this 鈥渨ho鈥 care?
My childhood was far too busy to be worrying about cleaning my bedroom. When I was 5, I was a dinosaur. And dinosaurs don鈥檛 clean rooms: they eat bad guys.




Frankly, if you see my room, you might cringe; when I see my room, I see an opportunity for a聽hip post. Just because someone does something one way does not mean it鈥檚 the only way. This nugget of wisdom can be applied to your studies.聽A聽clean room might help聽one person focus but that聽doesn鈥檛 mean it鈥檚 a priority for someone else鈥檚 working space.聽
Until my next transmission.