The 'What If' ball

What with uncertainty, anxiety,wants and needs,fatigue and one thing or another, I've had to devise a coping strategy these past few months - and here it is.In my mind's eye, all my worries-some inane,some reasonably morbid-take on the form of little rough pebbles and rusty nuts and bolts. I pick them up and dump them in my "What If" ball.
The ball has various unique properties, not least of which is its ability to hover at eye height about a foot away from the left side of my head. It is there all the time, sometimes just slipping into my peripheral vision. The other special things about it are that only I can see it and that although it is the size of,say,an apple, its internal volume is infinite. Once placed inside, the contents cannot escape. When I want to examine something, I push my hand through the gooey membrane surface and grab the particular item I am looking for. As I withdraw my hand, the surface, see-through though with slight opacity, closes smoothly again.
There are past "What Ifs", present "What Ifs" and future "What Ifs", and the idea of the ball is to put them all away so that I can live in the here and now. If they're not put away, they cloud what is happening - which is a problem, because it is just starting to get quite interesting.