Everything is easier when you breathe

I had a dinner party tonight and it went pretty smoothly. I freaked out a bit when my roast was done an hour and a half sooner than I expected. But really, what could I do about that? Nothing. So I turned off the oven and went back to the present opening fest in the livingroom. Everyone bailed before dessert because of logistics and sick cat, but again, there was nothing I could do. I bid my guests farewell and those that were left had dessert a half hour or so later.

The end result is that I had a semi-formal dinner for 8 people with nothing burnt, forgotten or broken, which was good enough for me. Hopefully, it was good enough for my guests. It seemed to be.

If I'm not careful, I still get myself worked up over things, especially when they're traumas I haven't met before. I'm sure there's some sort of mystic name for my latest, most effective coping mechanism, but I don't know what it is...

When there's nothing I can do about something, I can still breathe.