I set the kitchen timer for 15 minutes and then worry, worry, worry, imagining the worst and the most plausible consequences, and then, when the time goes off, I put the thought on the I’ve-already-worried-about-that-don’t-have-to-worry-about-it-again shelf and get on with things.
If you had not told me, I would not have thought you to be an excessive worrier. Of course, I met you when you were already well along the road to optimism (bless Frank) 