I tried something new today. We all have our patterns in our lives. Our morning routines. How we turn the pages in a book. The way we kiss our loved ones good night. On this eve, after my shower, I added my pea sized amount of toothpast to my toothbrush and began the motions of brush bristles against my tooth enamal. What was different this time, and what did unwittingly at first, was to start brushing the my bottom teeth first. First the front, then towards the molars on my right. Once I was cogniscent of this change, I continued on the thread basically completed my entire dental routine in reverse. Something that normally took zero thought had suddenly become a minor mental effort. And as simple as a task this may have been, the discomfort of changing what has basically become a lifelong routine has left me questioning everything else about life. Why is this small ripple causing a tsunami? I don’t get it. I know tomorrow, when I absent mindly return to my normal motions everything will feel as right as rain, but for now, I am left feeling lost and confused. I dare not try and change anything else, lest I become crippled with disorientation.
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