My older sister gave our father a book about mindfulness for the holidays. Though it was specifically meant to keep him calm when he gets on one of his tempers, I thought I could use some of the ancient wisdom it imparts, and so I decided to attend to the little page turner. I always thought our youngest sister was astounding with the way she could remember minute details that I never take note of, like where we parked the car or how to get back to the hotel, but reading the passages, I realized she was just acutely attentive to her surroundings.
One would think it would be quite an easy feat to just pay a little more attention but quieting the chattering monkey in your mind to allow yourself to simply observe the present moment is a challenge for most, especially more so for someone who is so accustomed to spending many a school hour daydreaming away. So I've been doing some practice while commuting and I was genuinely surprised to find new details I've dismissed from the road I take almost every day.
I never knew living in the present could be so liberating.