My mom was an inspired worrier. She got up in the morning and got right to it; no procrastinating on her part. It's a good day to worry. I could see it in her face. She passed it on to me. Not all people are worriers. They seem to think the most important thing they do is not worry. I get tired of all these people thinking they are gifted because they do not worry.
Even more irritating is when they feel they should turn us worriers into non-worriers. "Don't worry about it." That’s one of their main comments. I guess they think they are trying to help, but they don't realize we are content being ever vigilant.
My wife looks on worry as an intrusion into the serenity of life. She never worries. Sometimes, she cries because life is so unfair but that's pretty rare. I can't help thinking if she did a little more worrying things might go better for her. She doesn't like to hear that, and certainly doesn't believe it.
My foremen at work have raised non-worrying to an art form. We see things on a different plane. They tell me not to worry. I tell them someone has too. Everything goes along an even keel for them until something comes up; like when we get busy at vacation time and they have to entertain the thought of delaying their plans. Whoa! They go straight to mad and skip worry altogether. I think they missed a vital step in the process of life. I also can't help but think if they had been a bit concerned about this possibility, they might have avoided the problem by making a back-up plan.
I don't have a negative view of life at all. I enjoy life and feel blessed having my health, a good job, and a wonderful family. This didn't all happen by accident. I worry about each and every one of them on a daily basis.
I, in this imperfect world, have decided to look at worry as constructive anticipation.