When my son was young, I used to have this strange belief that there was a certain amount of worrying that had to be done, and if my husband didn’t do his share then I had to worry for both of us. And since he is not a big worrier, I was doing a lot of worrying. It took me a while, but I have finally come around to his way of thinking – worrying doesn’t change anything, and it doesn’t help anything – it just makes me crazy. And so now I choose to not worry. If I start to worry about something, I will make sure that I have done everything I can do about it. And once I have, I just let it go. Bad things still might happen, but they would have happened even if I had worried about them. Life is a lot better, and a lot easier, with no worries!