Flossing like it's meditation

Today, I caught myself flossing slowly—really slowly—between each tooth, noticing the tiny resistance, the way the thread glided through tight spaces. It wasn’t about cleaning anymore; it felt like a quiet ritual, a moment of presence in an otherwise rushing day. I realized how much I’ve come to value those small acts of care—the kind that don’t show up on a checklist but leave you feeling whole. Maybe that’s what dentistry has taught me: healing isn’t always loud or dramatic. Sometimes it’s just showing up, gently, for something small.