Story: The Five-Minute Floss Revolution
For months, I bought mint floss and avoided it nightly. The barrier wasn’t time—it was dread. I started visualizing a tiny scene: bathroom light warm, mirror fog clear, tap running gently. I saw my hand reach for floss without debate and felt a small smile after the first tooth. The dread softened.
Story: The Five-Minute Floss Revolution
The script was simple: finish brushing, breathe out, take floss, do three teeth, stop. I pictured the ease, not perfection. I saw tiny progress, not a sparkling advertisement. The more I rehearsed the first fifteen seconds, the less resistance I felt. The imagined calm became familiar—a routine I could step into nightly.