Making my bed every morning is extremely annoying.
It is done over and over again each morning, only for it to be 'unmade' a few hours later. Why bother doing it then?
Besides the strange phenomena that a decluttered room seems to declutter my mind, this unproductive, boring habit creates in me a type of patience that seems to carry with me through the day.
It forces my brain to slow down. It allows my body to catch up with a racing mind.
Isn't it interesting how our minds can start 'racing' within seconds of waking? Perhaps this happens because we've been habitually conditioned into instant gratification & stimulation through our technological tools. ([[digital caffeine is a real, serious drug]])
That's why as I make boring fold after boring fold, morning after morning, I remind myself that these boring moments matter.
Yes it boosts my mental health, yes it makes me more productive, but most significantly, it creates good rhythms conducive for a life of faith ([[there can be sacredness in dull, monotonous moments]]).