I’m not panicking. At least I don’t think I am. I feel like I should be. I do feel a little bit worried, but I’m not thinking ‘OMG I need to do something about this situation now else my life will fall apart’ so I guess I’m not panicking. ‘The situation’ is that my USB stick has decided to corrupt itself. At least that’s what I think has happened to it. At 6pm this evening, it was fine. At 9pm this evening, when I plugged it, my computer told me ‘Device needs formatting’. I have tried to in every USB slot. I have tried re-starting. In short, I’ve tried all the little tricks that usually sort out such hiccups but to no avail. It isn’t the end of the world: it hasn’t been long since my last back-up, plus I can take it to a computer shop in the next day or so to see if they can retrieve anything from it. Even so, I know that normally I would be catasrophising by now: I am cursed, doomed to failure, destined to have to re-type every piece of work I’ve ever produced. Of course, this is nonsense, but that doesn’t stop such warped spirals of thought. Today, though, is different. Today, I am in a good place. Today, I have accepted that it is just one of those things and that my life as I know it is not going to end. I am not panicking. Although part of me still wants to panic because it seems strangely comforting; it seems slightly more satisfying than going ‘Oh well’. But ‘oh well’ will have to do.