I believe in my aunt Paula's expression, "don't open the umbrella until it starts to rain."
I come from a line of worriers. my grama was the worst - a champion at the sport, and a nail biter too. I'm left wondering if my aunt Paula was spared or if she was a worrier too, but if she was, she didn't let on - or maybe my grama worried enough for both of them.
I've learned to live with worry mostly, through a variety bag of tricks acquired over time, breathing and such, and my aunt Paula's reminder in my ear - don't open the umbrella until it starts to rain.