"What did I come in here for?" I asked aloud to the empty kitchen. It was a brief lapse of attention, but also a moment of clarity. Until that instance, I had been breezing through the workday like a pen listlessly moving over a blank page, making marks yet accomplishing very little. It's the same feeling induced by an LA commute home; thoughts and worries would run amok while I drove, and an hour later I'd find myself home with no memory of the scenery.
But the question offered a greater realization than just a momentary game-plan: What if we could ask ourselves back into presence and awareness? What if just a few simple questions could make a profound difference in our every day lives?