I took an ice bath yesterday. I watched the tub fill, and didn't want to do it. I dumped the ice in, and didn't want to do it. I stripped down and stepped in, still didn't want to do it. But I did it. After the ice melted and the tub was drained I felt amazing. I was happy I did it. Writing for me works the same way. I know it's good for me, but the lead up to it (and sometimes the actual act itself) makes it seem like I could do literally anything else and feel just as accom