Even Cleaning Sh*t Off A Wood Floor is Pleasant When Done Mindfully and Without Judgment

Life is always throwing you unexpected situations.

Just a little while ago, my 10 month old "Zen Master" gave me an opportunity to practice mindfulness. My wife was giving him "free diaper time" and he crapped all over himself and the kitchen floor.

While my wife cleaned and bathed him, I cleaned up the kitchen floor.

I approached it mindfully, and without any anger or wish for things to be different. It happened and things are what they are. Life is perfectly imperfect.

So, it was just me cleaning shit off the floor. No wishing it wasn't there, no thinking, no anger, no regret - just me cleaning. Then, I felt a sense of accomplishment when it was done.