My fears of tomorrow are melting away.

Almost all of it is anticipation rather than experience.

The meeting you have been dreading since Sunday lasts nineteen minutes. The dread lasted four days. It isn't that the meeting was nothing — it may well have been difficult — but the arithmetic is wildly lopsided, and it comes out the same way nearly every time you check.

Worth knowing less as reassurance than as a fact about proportion. Tomorrow, whatever it turns out to hold, will take up a great deal less room than the rehearsal of it currently occupying tonight.