What, me, worry?

I know you know.

I'm a worrier. It surrounds me. I'm saturated in it.

Thing is, you don't even know the half of it. Because I don't even talk about it all. I tell you the stuff I feel safe telling you. The rest is private. Yep, even in this day of the open social web, there is still privacy.

But I feel like I have to worry. When I don't feel like I have to worry, naturally I don't worry.

And I really do try to inflict less stress and anxiety on myself. I have mantras:

• When in doubt, care less
• What's the worst thing that might actually happen?
• Is this really your problem?
• I can only do what is humanly possible
• Enjoyment is more important than perfection

And sometimes they work to give me perspective on the little things.

But what about when they're not little things? What about when they're dreams, life goals, values?

Is it OK to not worry? What you're meant to do is resolve the problems that you're worrying about. But what happens if you can't?

What do you do when there's a problem and the resolution eludes you?