Worry

Yesterday, I worried all day long about something. Had even worried the day before, and maybe a little before that.

Did me no good. What was going to happen was going to happen, and I just had to face it.

Turns out it worked out fine.

All that sick-to-my-stomach for naught. (Except that I had prior reason to worry, and I couldn't trust that things were not the same; that things were better than before.)

So.

When will I learn - worry only saps your strength and makes you tired? When will I learn to trust?