I became tired of being scared. Tired of imagining every worst-case scenario, running imagined contingency plans. As days passed without my worst fears coming true, I began to feel that perhaps all the anxious worry was, in fact, actually useless. After all, it wasn’t really preparing me for anything, except to die. And if I did die, well, that would be how the story ended. I divested from any outcome. I stopped believing worry could change anything. I learned to wait and see. More often than not, the following day brought with it some small but tangible measure of improvement.
