I stayed up past my bedtime last night doing...nothing. Except worrying. I'm a worrier. The things I worried about last night varied in importance and immediacy, but they shared one thing in common: I didn't need to worry about them.
This morning I came across a quote, reminding me of how worthless all this worrying really is.
The thing is though, it's good to be prepared. So I worry about how to be prepared, because that's the responsible thing to do, right? I think I confuse "responsible preparedness" with "incessant worry". I have yet to see the latter actually solve anything.
Once again, I'm sure Jane has the answer.