Sat down this morning with a cup of the nastiest coffee I've probably ever drunk. And I drank it. The whole thing. Sat in silence, drinking tongue-coating nasty stuff. Tasting every sip. And sitting.
Enjoying the moment? Not so much.
I've tried and failed - on many, many occasions - to force my will through situations that are highly energized and chaotic, only to produce more chaos, anger, hate, frustration, tears. When this happens, I know that I'm never really present in the moment: I let past confrontations color the current situations. I let my ego control the moment by choosing to feeling affronted. I lose control.
So here I sit. With my nasty coffee. Not really enjoying the moment. But all moments are not for enjoyment. So we practicing being present in a situation that is not so pleasant.
And sometimes you have to start really, really small and build your way up.