I used to be a worrier with a capital W.  If there was anything to worry about I could find it.  I even worried about things that didn’t really need to be worried about…it’s what I did.  It came naturally to me. The mundane, I could worry about, the trivial, I could worry about, the past I could worry about, the future I could worry about.  Whatever it was you can bet I could find something in it to worry about. I can’t remember when or why or what happened, but one day I decided that if I was going to be such a worrier, I didn’t need to do it all day long.  I would have a worrying half hour.  I would save all my worries up for half an hour a day and that would satiate my worrying appetite. The very first day I felt really strange, something…