For most of my seventy-nine years I’ve been a worrier. I think it’s been my efforts to stay in control, and if I’ve already worried about possible negative outcomes, it won’t be so bad when the worst happens. Being old, sick, poor and alone is the worst, and it happened to me. Luckily, I had enough brain cells left to get help, go for therapy, learn, read, and attend lifelong learning classes at the University. The most helpful was new developments in retraining the brain. It’s taken me ten years and it worked! Being alive in the moment and blocking the old pathways in the brain is at the heart of it. Wish I hadn’t wasted all those years and that energy when I could have been noticing the good and interesting life around me.