Wholehearted

The phone rings at midnight. You miss a call from your doctor. A friend leaves a ‘call me urgently’ message. All fire alarms that make your heart race, assuming the worst possible news. Yet most often it’s a false alarm and you sink back with a sigh. Another crisis averted? Or a waste of imagination. 
It’s possible the news might have been unwanted, but equally likely, the midnight call is a wrong number. The doctor has clear test results. The friend has a new job. 
There’s nothing Pollyanna-ish about taking the optimist’s view. As Robert Fulghum wrote, ‘Life is lumpy. And a lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat, and a lump in a breast are not the same lump. One should learn the difference.’
Imagination can take you wherever you choose. A natural tendency towards worry seems like terrible misuse of your ability to visualise the future.
There’s a big difference between worry and preparation. Worry is a downwards spiral, while preparation is an expanding circle. Worry is unproductive, while preparation is insurance.
What are you worrying about that may never happen?