I power through. I don't hold back. Sometimes I just have to grit my teeth and push on through. I have to be strong. I have to say, Grrrr. I say that a lot. I say, Grr, and put my fist through the wall. Metaphorically-speaking. That's how I psych myself up. I punch right through. Right into the neighbor's apartment. Hey, there, I say. How's it going? Don't mind me. This wall was a metaphor for my problems, and I just punched through it. Isn't that nice? I say. My fist just went right through it. Problems solved!