I Worry Abut Worrying
It's the strangest thing; As a child, I was carefree. My mother was terminally ill, and although I cared about her, I didn't care about the consequence of her death. Once she passed, when I was 16, I still did not worry about anything; I lived day-to-day. I did not budget, I did not concern myself with anything beyond today- and I did well.
Now, I have married, divorced and remarried; I worry about everything. The difference, I think, is having children. They depend on me and I think I worry about letting them down. I hope this is the only reason. And that worries me too.