As much as I believe this lil' saying is way over saturated in all corners of the world, it's completely true. "Keep Calm and Carry On" sounds simple, but it can be quite a brutal tennis match in your head telling yourself to calm down and restrain yourself having a nervous breakdown.
This weekend was a real test of keeping my cool. My boyfriend and I headed up to Rollins Lake for a camping trip with his family. On our way up there, our 'trusty' GPS took us up a crazy back road to the campsite, where we shouldn't have been four-wheeling in a Ford Focus. The next day we realized that we had a flat tire. Womp, womp, woooommmpp! Instead of having a hissy fit and bitching about it, I took a deep breath and realized how grateful I was that I had a whole family to help and a spare tire to swap out. After the trip was over, I could only drive a maximum of 50 mph on the freeway to the nearest auto place open for business on a Sunday-- 50 miles away! I knew I couldn't make the situation any faster or easier so I just sucked it up, turned on the cruise control and hazard lights and slowly cruised in the right hand lane. Finally, we arrived at Big-O Tires and walked in, we were greeted unenthusiastically by the manager. I could tell it was busy in the store and that he may be taking a little bit of his frustration out on me, but I wasn't going to react to it because I needed my damn tire fixed so I could head on home. I kept my calm and suddenly the manager softened up, threw in a couple jokes and even gave me a free tire rotation. It pays to be nice sometimes, I guess.
The moral of the story is, that I could have made this the worst weekend ever had I chosen to make a big stink out of every bad bump in the road. Heck, things actually turned out for the better.