I could try to say to myself every morning I get up: "What shall I do on this day in my life-journey?" (Or just: "On this day of the journey?") By doing so I train myself to see my life as a journey. And for me a journey has always been something positive. It has a goal. A meaning. Even if a lot of terrible stuff happens along the way and you get stuck for 3 days in an airport somewhere
I’m not a zealot, but isn’t it ridiculous that for so long I insist on my coffee x 4 per day even though I know and feel how it is too much? How it unhinges my mind? That’s the power of addiction. And it hides and excuses itself and infects in all sorts of clandestine ways.