Mountains?

I spent yesterday making mountains out of molehills. Every task seemed insurmountable, but wasn't. I was peeved after the 4 phone calls it took to borrow the projector from the town, but actually someone tracked it down for me and had it ready when I got there. (Then I felt sorry I had trash-talked about it. I should learn to keep my mouth shut.) Then there was the daunting full parking lot at Chase Pitkin; but yet, I walked in, got the poinsettias I wanted and walked right up to the cashier, no waiting. The pouring rain was still there, but somehow that didn't bother me as much. (At least not until I left my purse in the car and had to walk out to get it again to pay the cashier. That really got me soaked.) And then there was the Christmas Tree at the Webster Museum. I was all "woe is me" about decorating it alone. I actually laughed when I realized the thing was on a tabletop, maybe 2 feet tall. Definitely a molehill. Maybe today I should just look for molehills, and save the mountains for another day. (Vacation in the Alps?)