What, Me Worry?

I've had a few things happen recently that in times past may have sent this anal-retentive planner into a tizzy. I have realized that credit cards are the devil, and that despite the fact that they accepted tax-payer bailout money they have no problem screwing over good customers. Due to funding issues (based on the type of course I need to take), I am probably not going to be able to take required credits this semester...for the first time in a few years. Because of the cold (and my own laziness) I haven't been running at near the level I used to do.

Each of these things is an aggravating wrench in the cog of my plans. Yet, despite some immediate feelings of consternation, I pretty much am not worrying about any of it. I realize that is not the end of the world (cliches, I know), and that just because it isn't happening the way I want doesn't mean it won't eventually happen.

So I wrestle with credit card customer service lines and decide to be frugal and not use them again. I realize that just because I may not be able to get credit for working on my thesis now, I can still work on it for when I can get credit. And I have decided that I may just let those winter pounds creep on for a bit until it warms up and I start to lose them again. Hey, I need the insulation, right?

I am surrounded by wonderful people everywhere. Though the occasional belligerent person breaks through the defenses, I know that they are few and far between. I have a pot of chili cooking and How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory to watch tonight.

So, what, me worry?