Small part of my brain

There's a small part of my brain that will sometimes stop silently observing and ask "What are you doing?"
"I'm thinking about a mean thing that I said."
"No, what are you doing?"
"I'm feeling shame and sadness."
"No, what are you doing?"
"I'm sweeping the floor."
"Is there anything wrong with sweeping the floor?"
"Well, no."
"Then just sweep the floor."
And then it goes back to its place.