The truth about worrying

Have you ever noticed, as I have, that the things you worry about don’t happen, but on the other hand, the things you never think of worrying about sometimes do?

I have considered the implication of this problem.

Should I stop worrying about anything, because my worry is so obviously a bad predictor and rather useless?

Or should I worry about everything because that way none of it will go wrong?

What do you think?

I guess for me, it’s a choice between being Ms Easygoing and Laid Back, or Archetypal Worry-addicted Jewish mother. I’d love to be the first, but I don’t know if my identity could accommodate such a radical departure.

And you?