Every time I go to the dentist I hear the same dark warning that I need to take better care of my gums. Specifically, I need to floss more. Gross. I don’t know what it is, but flossing daily has always sounded worse to me than dentures. Flossing has as much allure to me as licking a chalkboard.
Well, maybe it is the consistent forwarding of time, or hearing dental horror stories of those around me… but for some reason I really took this warning to heart this time. I finally admit that I am not exempt from dental emergencies and I know that my not complying with these warnings only adds up over time and I am only getting older. So I made some major investments (for me). I got my wisdom teeth pulled, and invested in a toothbrush that was smarter than me. This machine self times itself and counts the regions of my mouth. It instructs me when I’m brushing too hard, and not enough. It’s kind of ridiculous, and looking back, probably too much… but it helps me remember to submit and stop resisting what’s necessary for my health.
I’ve always hated the look of electric toothbrushes, and now it’s this big bulky thing that has no place to sit in our tiny one-person-at-a-time bathroom, much less a place by the outlet. I resented it for a few days, as something that dominated the bathroom, destroyed my decor, and then of course also told me when I was brushing incorrectly.
So I decided to build it a throne. It and the floss could hang out together, and perhaps I could make it work for me aesthetically and outsmart my disinterest in the routine.
I found this cabinet at the salvage yard and cleaned it, painted it, and decorated it. It turned out being the perfect home for all of my dental items. I’ve been brushing my teeth 2 minutes every day, and me and floss are finally getting to know each other.
Although my reasoning for liking and disliking things can be superficial, ignoring them wasn’t helping me make changes I’m committed to. Perhaps I need to add lots of honey to my green tea if I want to switch from my coffee and cream habit. Perhaps I need to make my bike super beautiful in order for me to consider riding it. Instead of trying to downplay my preferences and power through into new practices… I’m trying out listening to my preferences, and making it work for all of us (myself, my ego, and my inner teenager). This is helping me follow through with my intentions, and embracing every part of myself (no matter how much a roll my eyes at it).