Kerri Sackville's forthcoming book (out May) about the subject because if it's as funny as her Facebook status updates on the subject we're in for a treat.
I don't think I suffer from anxiety (I've done some overthinking about it so I can state that with some confidence). I am, however, an old-fashioned worry wart. For me, there is nothing too far in the future that I cannot worry about. When The Builder and I were discussing the subject of having children, I was very keen to get on with it. We were in our early thirties and I had some concerns. My biggest? I didn't want to be paying for university out of my superannuation. His response? Could we think about the next five years rather than trying to work out whether we'll be able to afford a Winnebago and a BA.
I think there are two types of worry warts. Those who worry before. And those who worry afterwards. I'm in the first camp. I will go over and over and over a decision, turning it inside out, lying awake at night with 'what ifs' and 'why nots?'. Once the decision is made, however, I never look back. No regrets. It is what it is. One must get on with it.
If I could bottle the energy that I've expended over the years worrying about stuff that's never happened, I could sell power back to the grid.
I'm not sure what it would be like to be a person who worried afterwards. Do they actually exist or have I just made them up to make my blog post flow? Maybe you can tell me.
Are you a worry wart? Do you worry in advance, or jump first and worry afterwards?
[image: I think I need this, from sayingimages.com, for my wall.]