When I did my 300 mile cross country as a student, the weather was supposed to have thunderstorms roll in late in the day. Of course, that was wrong, and they came in fast and early. So I come back from my Long Journey in an old 1968 C-150, all these big clouds around, strong winds, lightening in the distance, bit of rain. Short Fat strip (50x2000). Winds directly perpendicular about 25-30 knots with some strong gusts to near 40. After my 3rd attempt, CFI got on the radio and said "Take it downtown (Big Real Airport) so you can land into the wind, I'll drive down and pick you up." At that point in time I had not flown solo into a 'real' airport with ATC and jets and multiple runways and ground control and the thought of that scared me more than the wind, to be blunt. So I tried one more time. It was rather embarrassing, and I got quite a dressing down by the A&P over potentially bending up the gear. (I had set down hard on the downwind wheel and boy did that plane Scoot, Hop and Skip on that one wheel for a few hundred feet.)
I was pretty shaken over the whole deal.
But, my CFI (who was a bit of an old hippie) said something so corny: "You are flying a fucking magic boat that sails on invisible waves, man! You are the wizard in control of it! You gotta love the wind, man."
But for some reason that seemed to have worked, calmed me down!
(I also learned to always keep the crosswind component of my aircraft in mind, and if the winds looked anywhere near that, schedule another day! (and wow, do most GA craft have super low xwind components!)