For the past year or so I have done everything in/on my bed.
It has become my place to sleep, eat, watch Netflix, go online, read, stitch,
etc (you get the idea). This week I have finally moved over to the sofa. It’s
less than three steps away (or it would be if that side of the bed was tidy!)
so isn’t far. But to me the sofa is a whole new world to explore. The main
reason I wanted to move away from living in my bed is to try and recondition my
mind to know that the bed is for sleeping and resting only (okay, and acts of
nakedness); I’m also hoping it will help with some of the back ache I get from
slouching on a bed all day.
So far it seems to be
working, though it still feels unnatural to sit on the sofa ; it’s still a
decision I have to make every morning. But
I have noticed I am already a lot more motivated, especially in sorting out the
flat (progress is slow, but at least it’s being made). The only real issue is
the window is now directly behind me so at certain times of day I have to shut
out the natural light if I wish to see the screen of my laptop; and I haven’t
quite worked out the most comfortable position even with all the cushions I
have to help me.
Moving from the bed to the sofa might seem like a tiny insignificant
step, but for me it is a step towards the life I want to be leading. They say
the only way to create change is to do something different, and so here I am,
sitting on the sofa.
