A long time ago when I was flying airplanes I realized that your actual movements to make a plane take off, fly across country, and land are virtually identical to driving a car. It didn’t make any difference, from a physical perspective, if you were in rush hour traffic dodging commuters or strafing some lonely cloud at 10,000 feet. It was all virtually the same physically.
So, then it seemed to me that whether or not it was fun or miserable was all happening in your head. And, if that’s the case, why not just decide that everything was going to be fun (or anxiety-producing, if that’s your preference 🙂 ).
My dad, who had an eighth-grade education and was a very smart, practical man, once told me the secret to enjoying washing the dishes. He said to make a game of it . . set a goal and go for it. How many can you do in a minute? Can you finish before anyone expects you to do it? Can you do it without making a sound? So, change the frame of reference. Make a game of it.
I think that was good advice.