I noticed today on my short commute in that I started to do something odd. Instead of worrying about what that car was going to do, or where I was in the lane; did I pack everything; am I cross-gearing; watch that puddle; why did it have to rain; should I buy that FSR, the HT or the Fargo (longstanding debate in my personal little world); where do I have to be............................[infinite list of bull**** we all spend a lot of time worrying about].........................

I rode through puddles, tore up onto the levee and slid through the mud; chased a border patrol 4x4 and made him spill his coffee; never sat in the saddle nor wasted time worrying about what gear I was in; rode on the roughest sidewalk I could find in route to work and ended it all with a nice cup of coffee while my body steamed off sweat.

I knew I had warm, dry clothing in my waterproof backpack. Everything else was going to happen in the day regardless of my worrying about it.

The only thing I had to worry about was brushing my teeth to get the mud out and relax at work knowing I just had a 3 mile blast.

tl;dr -
Relearn to have fun.