Why am I stressing over "what doesn't matter?"

I made a BLT salad today for dinner. I used blue cheese dressing instead of mayonnaise and no lightening bolt burnt me to a crisp. It was different and it was good. It is a do over because it is simple. I looked over my shoulder for the food police but they were not there. I still felt guilty over the bacon as I enjoyed my salad.
Linda called and asked me to pick her up at the airport. On the ride home we discussed being a volunteer at the Botanical Gardens. She said that she didn't want to make the commitment. I said I went and pruned roses one hour and for two hours I opened wine at another event. I am a volunteer and I could stop at that. I opened the box for her and let her explore the possibilities. I told her we were the same as in we put in a lot of must do it this way which is pure malarkey.
Cho was having an episode so I snuggled her a bit. Played in my yard. Gave some flowers to Donnie for his wife and some broccoli for the family. Then I cleaned up and went to work.
Work was fine. I did about $20 per hour and I am happy with that. Why? Because I have no control over what I make. I do my best to put myself in a good area and then I wait to be called upon. I put in my time and I make what I make. In the meantime I spend my time productively. It is a win-win situation. I make enough to pay my bills so far. I am learning how to be a better taxi driver and I realise i am still in my first year. I am a rookie. Donnie said that he saw a tape of me driving and I was smiling. I am at peace in what I do - finally.