Progress is only climbing up to the ceiling

I had another one of those days where I felt overwhelmed and looking at what I needed to get done and the time I had to do it in were just not the same size. As usual, I let the pressure get to me and I got anxious. But this time I did it differently. I didn't send my boss a lengthy emotional "help me figure this out because I am inadequate" email. I didn't decide that I needed a new plan and add changing everything about me to my already too long list. Instead, I remembered that God was sovereign and that I didn't need to worry. I remembered to pray. I came home and told my husband I was cranky but didn't vent on him and make myself more upset. I didn't do it perfectly, but I did it differently. I chose to trust in God's sovereignty instead of focus on my frailty. I still have no idea how we are going to fit my XL list into my Med sized availability, but at least I'm not wasting time getting someone to peel me off the ceiling.