We all have things that get under our skin. The older I get, the thinner my epidermis becomes. When I feel irritated by these behaviors of others or temporal things, I try to remember one of my many self-talk mantras: “Control the controllable…let it go!”

I am of the age where the new-fangled smartphones, shopping apps, and inventions of brighter minds baffle me. I know I am not alone. My son often gets frustrated with me when I stumble with the Google search engine or maps on my phone. At work, I struggle daily with email settings or the 2-step authentication thing-a-ma-jig that the IT guys want me to use. Thank goodness for the barely post-adolescent therapists around me who rush to my side like the proverbial “knight in shining armor” to rescue me. I eventually accomplish what I am assigned, but not without some silent cuss words and consternation.