I can't help but share this with you guys.
It's a big story about, uh... me. I had some bad events happened to me recently and have made the decision to not let the bad vibe spread. Today, some more bad things happened to me, but I stayed true to my word and didn't let the bad vibe go on.


Apparently, the bad karma train wasn't done rolling through...

Today, Matt told me that he had to return the swimming goggles we purchased on sunday because they're scratched. I said that's fine, I need to head to the candy shop in the mall to look for little candies to decorate one of my bosses' retirement party anyway.

When we arrived at the mall, I checked my wallet and noticed that my credit card is not there!!! I remained calm, made the rational decision to go to the sporting goods store anyway, and see if I can exchange the goggles with just the receipt. Lo and behold, that worked. Then, I stayed calm and made another rational decision to head to the candy store, see if I can find what I wanted, if yes I'll pay for it with my ATM card, and if not I'll just leave. Well, I didn't find what I needed, so we went home.

After we went home, we made a few more rational decisions:
1) I called up Arby's, where I last used my credit card on sunday, to check if someone there found it.
2) While I was speaking with Arby's, Matt checked the car one more time. As it turns out, Arby's doesn't have it, and neither was it in the car.
4) I then checked my bank account and confirmed there were no unauthorized charges on the card.
5) I calmly called up the bank to report the lost card, and I will now have a new card in 7-10 days.

Well, I can say that I am proud of myself for not losing my cool. There were so many opportunities there for me to get pissed off, but I didn't. In fact, I feel pretty damn good right now cuz not only did I not lose my cool, I was able to do a few things (exchange the goggles, check the candy store) while under the pressure of losing my credit card, and I found out that it wasn't stolen, which beats the hell out of having to file a police report. I was even able to make a few jokes with the bank representative despite the pickle I was in.

Wow, this "super-positive" me is pretty damn cool.

***EDIT***
While I was typing that up, Matt was in the kitchen preparing some yummy drum sticks for dinner. Suddenly, he scream, "WHAT THE FUCK?! OW!!!"

I was like, "What's wrong?" I thought dinner was ruined or he burnt his hand on the baking pan or the oven.

He said, "This damned thing flew open and got in my eye!"

As I stepped into the kitchen, I see the garlic powder all over the floor and kitchen counter, and Matt rubbing his eye vigorously. I kept my cool, and said, "I'll clean this up. Go wash out your eyes."

He cursed a few more times, shook all the powder off this clothes, said thanks, and went to bathroom to clean up. I was pretty much done sweeping the floor by the time he came back, and he thanked me again for cleaning up the mess. As I was cleaning the kitchen counter, I said, "well, at least this wasn't as bad as last time when the BBQ marinating bag exploded in the kitchen." I then asked Matt to run the mob through the kitchen floor if he has time tomorrow cuz I couldn't get all the powder and the floor was a little sticky. He agreed merrily.

I'm a lot better off keeping my cool than flying off the handle. First off, getting pissed off doesn't change the situation or solve any problems. Secondly, if I get pissed off, that puts the people around me in a bad mood, which just make things worse. And last but not least, THINGS CAN ALWAYS BE WORSE, and I'm thankful that it isn't!

Maybe the bad karma train wasn't bad after all.

Well, I'm still smiling now because I'm totally calm and am very proud of myself for being so effing cool!!! XD