Worry, worry, worry till your worrier is sore...

John and I have discussed the idea of worry today. He has declared my lack of worry being more akin to hopelessness. I cannot dwell each moment on the things that I have no control over. He says choice is an illusion, but I disagree. I think we all have choices, we either make them and do what we must to accommodate the lives we want to lead or we make choices to be obstinate and stifle our own creativity and become our own detrimental tool.