In the "things I can control" category..
...Today, I
practiced my newly tuned piano (hooray!)
cooked a balanced meal for dinner, which was eaten at a reasonable time
scrapbooked (more hooray!)
filed income taxes
uncluttered stuff
finally ordered baby presents for 2 loverly new moms
(and in the future tense WILL turn off the computer and get in bed before 11pm)
Related/Unrelated:
When I was 6, a boy at school (Clark, was his name) told me I talked too much. He later told me that he didn't personally feel that way, but that a much bigger boy (Mark, was his name) made him say it. I wasn't mad at Clark, either way, becuase it was (and still is) true.
Seventeen years later, having just resigned from a position for the very first time, my first female boss (Jane, was her name) cut into my "why I must leave" speech by telling me (something to the effect of) "Quit apologizing. You say you are 'sorry' too often. You don't have to justify your decision." (Ironically, I had to leave a well-paying job, in my field, that I liked, to relocate because of my husband's new job.) She was --and still is-- right on the money; I do say "I'm sorry" way too often, and for things that require no apology.
Certainly there is a place for contrition, a time to ask (and hopefully receive) forgiveness.
But refer back to the aforementioned "things I can control." I am not the floor. I am choosing not to be walked all over.