A new delish + a different day's post

I have always like carbonated drinks, which used to mean that I drank a lot of soda pop.  Well, weight, age, doctor's recommendation, all that stuff, so I've switched to drinking mostly plain water, but treat myself every day to a mix of a La Croix, for the bubbles and aroma, mixed with pomegranate juice, for the flavor.  I've tried a lot of different La Croixes and usually stick to a few favorites.  Sadly, many of those are hard to find these days, probably mostly due to some COVID-based shortage or another.

Today, thanks a tip from friends, I went to a grocery store I'd never been to before, and found a La Croix I'd never tried before.  Looky there - two new things in one day?  Both of them silly and small and not important to anyone but me, but still, new and fun. 

I realized today that I had written my Something New post for the 11th on my Granny Owl blog, and since I know that everyone of you has been horrified at the thought that I had missed a day doing Something New, here is that day's adventure:

Today I made it my mission to be aware of those actions I take habitually and to run interference, to see how different it would feel, for example to carry my water glass in my left hand instead of my right.

It feels weird.

I gave myself a few passes.  When I went out to run an errand, I didn't fool around with my driving habits.  It felt safer to drive as I always do, not to get clever with it.  I didn't try to write or eat with my left hand, because the idea isn't to become ambidextrous, but simply to wake up in those place where I have learned to sleepwalk.

I wore my Fitbit on my right wrist instead of my left, which felt weird.  When I poured my daily La Croix and pomegranate drink, I held the can in my left hand and the juice bottle in my right, which felt weird.  When I noticed I was reaching for something with my right (dominant) hand, which was most of the time, I would stop and reach with my left.  One of the surprises was that when I stepped into my jeans with my left leg first, I felt terribly awkward and tippy.  I always always always and for no particular reason put my right leg into pants first.  And it was also amusing to learn that my left hand doesn't know how to untwist a bottle cap without considerable thought.

All though the day I've had numerous chances to see how often I make the same moves in the same way: drying off after a shower, opening a door, approaching a chair, opening my wallet, on and on.  All of it done without thinking.  Not that that's a bad thing.  I just wanted to shake myself up a little.  I don't know if this exercise is going to have any lasting impact on how I get through the coming days, but it has been stimulating, and I have felt awake and conscious.  An ordinary day made interesting by itsy little changes.  Maybe there's something to that.