I enjoy every moment of my life.

Peeling potatoes at the sink with cold water running over your hands is not usually filed under enjoyment. It isn't filed at all — these are the minutes that get skipped in any account of a day.

They can be inhabited rather than endured, and the trick seems to be dropping into the physical detail — the weight of the pan, the noise of the tap — instead of narrating your way through to whatever comes next.