My wife tends to catastrophize, imagining all the disasters that could happen.
In a few days we are going on a short vacation trip to an historic town in southern Oregon, and we are going to try to go light, with just a backpack each for our few spare clothes and toiletries. This afternoon, as we were driving toward the library, she said, "I was planning to just wear a pair of sandals and not take any extra shoes. But what if we are out, perhaps at dinner at a restaurant, and one of my sandals breaks? Then I would have to walk barefoot back to the hotel room, and I might step on some glass or a nail. And I wouldn't have any shoes to walk anywhere the next day, so I would have to walk barefoot to the car so that we could drive to a larger city with a department store that had shoes. But then I would have to walk barefoot into the store, and they might stop me at the door and not let me in with bare feet. You might have to go inside and see if they had a wheelchair, so you could wheel me from the car into the shoe section of the store to buy a new pair. But if they didn't have a wheelchair, you would have to measure my feet and write down what brands, colors, and styles I like, and buy a pair for me to try. But if I didn't like them, then you would have to go back in and return them. And what if they didn't have any that fit me or any that I liked?"
See what I mean?
In a few days we are going on a short vacation trip to an historic town in southern Oregon, and we are going to try to go light, with just a backpack each for our few spare clothes and toiletries. This afternoon, as we were driving toward the library, she said, "I was planning to just wear a pair of sandals and not take any extra shoes. But what if we are out, perhaps at dinner at a restaurant, and one of my sandals breaks? Then I would have to walk barefoot back to the hotel room, and I might step on some glass or a nail. And I wouldn't have any shoes to walk anywhere the next day, so I would have to walk barefoot to the car so that we could drive to a larger city with a department store that had shoes. But then I would have to walk barefoot into the store, and they might stop me at the door and not let me in with bare feet. You might have to go inside and see if they had a wheelchair, so you could wheel me from the car into the shoe section of the store to buy a new pair. But if they didn't have a wheelchair, you would have to measure my feet and write down what brands, colors, and styles I like, and buy a pair for me to try. But if I didn't like them, then you would have to go back in and return them. And what if they didn't have any that fit me or any that I liked?"
See what I mean?
John