Today I left work a little early because I just couldn’t get anything done. My brain was fried. It was raining so I couldn’t just walk home but the bus wouldn’t leave for 15 minutes. I still couldn’t work and didn’t want to try for so little. I was all upset about losing so much work time and it was making my depressed. Then I thought, “Hey! I told myself I wasn’t going to let small things stress me out anymore. Is 30 minutes of work lost worth getting super stressed out and angry about? To the point of needing to Netflix binge to recover from my pity pot?” This was a magical moment for me.