It's hard work to be reminded, again and again, that we choose to make our lives more difficult through worry, through anticipation of what may never happen. But it's a path that's worn and familiar--it fits our feet, and though it makes us miserable, there's a certain comfort in that.
But what if I told you that you could keep that dubious comfort and still bring yourself to present? All we need do is acknowledge the worry, the anticipation, the forecasting. Instead of becoming swept away in its current, we say hello, let it come in on its fierce tide, then watch it go out again, all while leaving ourselves where we are--sturdy and at center.
What was once a contact sport becomes a spectator sport. Those thoughts will always come, but that's not the life-sentence it seems. It's our reaction, our dissolving into them, that condemns us.