So, I can't think of it as the class I don't want to take but have to take. I can't think of the money I had to spend to take the class I don't want to take but have to take. I can't think of it as having to get up even earlier than I do for work (!) in order to make it on time to the class I don't want to take but have to take. I can't think about how my internal workings will deal (or not deal) with that schedule. I can't think about sitting in a window-less room all day long, all week long, when the weather is finally supposed to be nice. I can't think about not getting home until stupidly late then having to cram in a run and post-run recovery tactics. I can't think about not having time to eat dinner, but only having 20 minutes during the day to eat some form of main meal for the day. I can't think about not seeing or speaking to anyone that isn't in this class (that I don't want to have but have to take). I can't think about any of it. I will slide into a sobbing heap if I do.
Things like this (for many and varied reasons) very nearly broke me this year.
I can't think about it.
So I'm not.
What I am thinking is this...
Next week, I am going to go though one hard-core, kick-butt, deep-cleansing detox. Because, hey, if I've gotta get up that early, and I'm not going to have time to eat, I may as well make it work to my advantage, right?
That little change in perspective gives me something I can actually (oddly) look forward to. And maybe even be a little excited about.
(Why does this feel like progress to me???)