Saturday afternoon thought: my floss pick has better self-care habits than me

Sat down to finally go through my dental CE videos and instead spent 20 minutes staring at my floss picks wondering if I'm romanticizing the whole routine now. I catch myself feeling almost reverent about the little snap when the floss settles between molars, like it's a tiny liturgy. I know it's just hygiene, but there's something soothing about having one small thing completely under control on a rainy Saturday.