I think flossing is the closest thing I have to a daily prayer

It’s funny—after ten years of telling people to floss, I’ve started to see it less as a chore and more as a tiny ritual. There’s something about that quiet minute before bed, the silk thread sliding between each tooth, the patient rhythm of it. It’s not just about plaque—it’s a moment where I’m literally taking care of the edges of myself, the spaces no one sees. I don’t know, maybe that sounds silly, but it’s become a kind of meditation for me.