Midway through the weekend, I took on "It is out of my control" as my new mantra. With two family picnics for little e, and other various stuff, we were once again in that dreaded position of being 'events coordinators', with me scrambling about trying to be competent.
I get ridiculously anxious and flustered, and it got to the point where I just had to say to myself, look, you can't control everything, just let happen what will happen. I felt a lot better after that, and rolled with the punches more.
An important thing I realised also is that out of MY control does not mean out of control all together.