I picture the most over-achieving, manically driven person I know. Someone whose calendar is booked full half a year in advance from all their hobbies, friends and side-hustles. Then I pretend I'm them, magically teleported into my body, looking at the situation they found themselves in. I comment on the mess in my room, imitating their voice and everything.
Then I say "Well, it is what it is, let's fix this shit" and get to work.