While preparing for my morning’s “formal mindfulness practice” (seated meditation), I noticed my coffee on the table next to me. I decided to have one last swig before I settled in to meditate. As I reached for the mug of I intended to do a “microhit” of mindfulness. I was going to that sip my full attention. The next moment felt as if it slowed down as I brought the mug to my mouth. Seeing my reflection across the surface of the dark liquid, smelling the roasted beans, feeling its warmth as I swallowed the mildly bitter brew. The sensation of myself lowering the mug to the table. I won’t forget that sip of coffee.