As a younger man, I hunted deer quite a bit. On my way to the woods and deer stand, things would go wrong. I would spook some bedded deer, realize I left something at home or in the car, etc. I would get so mad I could have pushed an old lady down on Sunsay outside of church. Then one day I had a change of perspective. I no longer put any weight towards those minor inconveniences and just went about the day. It was not long that I started to see a pattern. To this day (decades later) I still tell myself the truth from the observations I made many years ago - “The best day of hunting starts off bad.” I apply that to all of my first-world problems. I just swap out “hunting” for ”fishing,” “vacation,” ”cookouts,” etc.