I think I've started treating flossing like a meditation

This morning I caught myself holding the floss in that quiet space between teeth, not rushing, just breathing. Ten years of telling people to floss and now I'm the one who's turned it into a tiny ritual. Maybe it's just the Monday morning calm, but there's something grounding about the deliberate motion, the way it forces you to slow down for two whole minutes. Anyway, that's my weird confession for the week.