I was working yet again painting the outside of the house today. Was walking to get a ladder from a garage and had a moment of insight,of mindfulness, I guess, and stopped myself and looked around and breathed in the gorgeous aromatic lush rain-soaked environment. My mind had been yattering about pushing harder, you're slow, pick it up...etc. And I just stopped and breathed, and smelled things, and felt the sun on my back. And thought: if you could come back to this moment from an infirm future, and walk this walk, and feel this sun, and breathe in this moment, would you waste any time worrying about productivity? Or would you just inhale, and enjoy? And get back on the ladder. Migod, it's hard to stay in the moment. And a glass of white wine was hovering all the while like a thought bubble .