Structure

When I was sixteen, I came home from school and found clothes, books, bottles of hairspray, shoes and bags in our back yard. My mom was crazy mad because of me messing up my room all the time and had thrown my stuff out my bedroom window. She wanted to punish me for not tidying my room. It didn't work. I remember laughing about it (which drove my mom even madder).
Until last week, nothing changed. The bedroom is a mess (clothes everywhere, books everywhere), the living room is a mess (books, clothes (?), shoes and bags everywhere) and the kitchen is the worst.  It looks like something explodes on a daily basis. I sometimes care and clean my ass off, but most of the time not enough. UNTIL NOW. UNTIL ASHTANGA. Now, if I come home from practice at 7.30 in the morning, I feel fresh, I feel free, I feel happy, I feel clean. If the kitchen is a mess and gross, I don't like it. It bothers me. I want a fresh, clean kitchen where I can make a healthy, clean, fresh breakfast. So now, I do the dishes in the evening and I clean the kitchen, so that everything is in order the next morning (my BF knows that I will kill him if he has a late night snack and messes up the kitchen).
I also make sure my bag with my mat and my clothes are ready in the morning. I even lay down the clothes I am going to wear after practice to work. Structure is a new thing in my life. I am happy about it. My mom will be so proud when she'll hear this.

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