Thanks to all (eh?).
I'm a walking bird feed.
On the cushion even as I push the mailcart.
Bowing the scarecrow.
Oh, there is nothing to solve for the Zen fellow. Rising from the cushion, one finds that there is nothing to fix ...
Thanks for your question. For what its worth, heres what I do.
Bring myself back to the present moment when I notice I am somewhere
I think, sometimes there is also a little desire to be a unique person or "If I would be better, I could do