I used to worry. About a lot of things. I used to worry about what other people had and what I didn’t and then I realized I didn’t use or need half of what I had anyway and life went on. I used to worry that I wasn’t old enough and then I woke up one morning and worried maybe I was too old and I saw the lack of logic in that and decided I was simply the perfect age, right here, right now, and besides it’s all I was capable of being. And life went on. I used to worry ...