Why is it we always imagine the worst case scenario? I had to speak for a ladies event on Saturday, and since I don’t do a lot of speaking, I have to say I fretted over it for about, oh, six months. I don’t know what I thought would happen. I’d fall off the platform—or worse, my shoes? I’d say something that would cause three-fourths of the attendees to leave the room? What?
I’m happy to tell you none of that happened. Well, okay, the microphone box did fall off my skirt once and the little earpiece came off more times than I can count, but it wouldn’t have happened if I had stopped waving my hands while I talked. Sigh.
But all in all, it was a great day and things went off without a hitch. (Course, it helped that I gave DeBrand’s truffles to a few lucky participants.) All right, and I had a ton of people praying.
Most of the time things don’t turn out as bad as we imagine them. So why do we imagine the worst? Is it because we’re writers? What?
Care to share what YOU worry about and why?