I'm certainly not advocating laziness, but when the last trumpet sounds and the Judgment Day festivities begin, no one is going to step up to a podium and start giving out awards to those who generated the largest amount of pointless and wholly unnecessary work for themselves.

Furthermore, no one is going to pat you on the back for making a mountain out of a molehill. No one ever says "Gosh, I wish I could worry like that Gertrude!"

And when you're lying on your deathbed, evaluating what you've done with your precious, finite life, do you really think you'll be wishing you'd spent less time with your loved ones, your family, your friends?

I sure as hell won't be.