a problem un-shared is a problem un-halved

I’ve spent the evening compiling checklists for our holiday. I’m still panicking and feeling restless. How many times can I check that our holiday insurance is all right before I finally accept that it is?
I’ve looked up what the weather is expected to be like when we’re away, and it should be dry and mild, but I’m thinking of taking clothing for all weathers so we’re not caught out if the forecast turns out to be wrong. Is that me being sensible or me being over-cautious?
I’d probably feel a lot better if I had someone to share the pain with, but I don’t want to give Philippa any clues about where we’re going so I can’t talk to her about it. I’ve been so stressed today that I’ve been tempted to cave in and tell her, but that would blow the whole ‘secret destination’ thing out of the window, wouldn’t it?
So I shall suffer alone, and in silence.

RC 31-1-12