I was reading an LA Times story on anxiety on the part of parents. I could be any one of the mothers cited as over-anxious. Anyone who knows me can attest to that.
One passage struck me as particularly describing me. David Anderegg is a psychologist who wrote a book "Worried All the Time."
"Anxiety thrives on superstition. If you worry about something happening, and it doesn't happen, there's a part of our irrational mind that feels it didn't happen because we worried about it," he said. "So worrying is very, very hard to give up in any domain."
Now, a normal person would acknowledge the irrationality of that whole train of thought.
Me? I just worry that I'm not worrying about enough things in order to prevent them from happening.