Broken Shoelaces

I thought I was doing ok, keeping up with Meditation, Journaling, Gratitude Lists, etc etc. And then this morning i didnt take out the garbage in time. Not even that, i took out the garbage early to be on top of things, made new garbage last night and planned on getting it into thw can before the truck arrived. Even though I woke up 4 hrs before the truck arrived I still didnt get it out in time Lost track of my "plan" while meditating and doing all the stuff that is supposed to help life not feel like uncontrollable suffering. Well, the result of missing the truck and feelings of failure - evwn though there are no real consequences - sent me into a pit of despair. No control. Yet i journal here becausw that is what i am supposed to do. Even though there is nothing i can do. No control. No hope. Aaaaaaaarrrreeeggggghhhh!