It's the little things

I know I don't always blog about it, but I really am doing something new every day, sometimes several times a day.  It's just that so many of these Somethings New are small, ordinary; they don't mean much, except to me.  To me they mean that I really am stretching myself, really am exploring and expanding, really paying attention to how I can break up my routines, get some new perspective, think or look or feel differently.

Today (actually yesterday, since it's after midnight) I made a frittata.  Not a big deal, but it was my first.  Even though I've made quite a few soufflés, which are famously intimidating to a lot of people, I have always sort of avoided frittatas.  I don't even know why.  So this morning I made one.  It was pretty good, perhaps a bit overcooked (Sweet Hubby truly hates undercooked eggs), but tasty and filling, made with spinach, mushrooms, and asiago cheese.

Yesterday, when I got off the train to walk to the training program I'd been hired for, I turned left out of the station instead of right, had lunch in a burger joint I'd never been to before.  Not a big deal, but it gave me a chance to walk through a neighborhood I hadn't explored since before the pandemic lockdown, to see the ways in which it has and hasn't changed.

I have no idea what new I'll try tomorrow.  I often don't plan ahead.  But I'll do something, I promise.  I will keep my word faithfully.  And that, sad to say, is sort of new as well.  I know about myself that my integrity can be flabby sometimes, so this campaign to do Something New every day is partly about strengthening my integrity, keeping myself honest.

Thanks for listening.