Resist, floss, repeat.

When I got my first professional job, I was nerved up for the whole first year.

Some days, when I was feeling unsettled in the morning, I would tell myself, "Don't focus on all the whole day at once, just get out of bed. Good! Now, all you have to do is take a shower. Well done, now all you need to do is make coffee. Just walk to the bus stop."

For the past year, I've been extremely consumed by both my work and my personal life. On the side, I've been among millions holding my breath, unsure how to resist global trends towards nationalism and fascism.

There are times (okay weeks) when I have forgotten to brush my teeth.

The other day, I went to the dentist for a cleaning. I knew I was a bit late coming, but when the hygienist said it had been a year, it pulled me up short.

I can be outraged, I can get bogged down, I can be bereft and busy, but I need to brush my teeth. I always will have to, day in day out. Some days, it is okay to wake up and think: "Okay, Erin, the only thing you need to do right now is brush your teeth. Well done."

What little things do you neglect when life goes sideways?

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