This morning, I didn’t give a shit about getting into that ice bath. Normally, I fight it for five or ten minutes. Today, I avoided it for more than two hours. At first, I had legitimate reasons. I spent longer in Scripture and reflection. Then I didn’t have enough time to get in and finish my workout before taking Savannah to school. I told myself I would do it afterward. Then Savannah walked into the shop. “The dogs crapped in my room!” Mari and I got frustrated. We argued about whose responsibility it was to discipline the dogs. “You’re the one who wanted these dogs!” Back and forth we went. I took Savannah to school, came home, and returned to the conversation calmly. “Mari, we both love these dogs. It isn’t always sunshine and butterflies. But Savannah is learning valuable lessons through them, and so are we. We wouldn’t learn how to work through these problems without facing them. We have to get through this together.” Good conversation. Problem addressed. Then I remembered the fucking ice bath. I walked into the shop and started going through the motions. I opened the lid. Put on the suit. Made a list of everything that needed to get done. More avoidance disguised as productivity. Finally, I quit my bitching and got in. And now the thoughts about avoiding it are gone. Twelve consecutive days. But this isn’t about maintaining a streak. It isn’t about performing or proving how tough I am. It is about learning how to move through the moment when I don’t want to do the difficult thing. The ice bath didn’t make the argument disappear. It didn’t train the dogs. It didn’t solve every problem waiting for me today. It reminded me that I can face what is uncomfortable, stay in the conversation, create a plan, and see myself through. I’ve done it before. It wasn’t only about the alcohol. It was about finding my way through it. It wasn’t only about the addiction. It was about finding my way through it. It isn’t only about the pain, the conflict, or the problem. It’s the way through it.