Don't lose the lesson

I have the Calm app on my phone and admittedly haven't even used it yet... However it sends me these emails daily and I rather like them. This one was yesterday's and it helped me set the tone yesterday as I sat down to work on a particularly complicated project on the computer.
Then three hours later when the program crashed and took all my work with it and I was cursing the skies aka my ceiling...I remembered the little reminder and felt guilty I was unleashing my anger. But I was also finding joy in the process of cursing and shaking my fists... So there's that.
Yesterday was nonstop computer work after I completed my Metabolic workout (yay me!). I have discovered that my studio chair is not a good option for desk work because my back was KILLING me despite walking and stretch breaks the whole time. It literally felt like I was in a car accident and I ended up finally having to stop and go soak in an Epsom bath. Remember how good and strong and peaceful I've been feeling? That was not me yesterday. I found myself annoyed, scowling, frustrated and in pain.
So today, deep breathing and using a different chair that is hopefully better. I'm trying to learn the lesson of not being annoyed with myself and not let myself be angered by just run of the mill common occurrences. Also to SAVE your work every 5 minutes. Lessons in everything. Time to regain my calm.
Today is more computer work then hopefully some chilling because I've had none of that since I got off work on Friday.
Thankful to be busy and working and earning during a pandemic though. But a day off... Yeah it would be nice.

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