Baby Steps (#24)

It’s time for me to get something off of my chest: Like 60% of young Americans I suffer daily from a Fear Of Missing Out. This epidemic among my generation is so severe it now has it’s own name, FOMO. It took me a long time to admit this to myself both because it sounds incredibly stupid to say and because I usually like to think I’m above all that millennial nonsense. But I can’t hide from the truth anymore. I’m a FOMOer.

FOMO is the reason I agree to go out to the bar, even when I have work at 6am. It’s the reason I buy tickets to concerts I’m not sure I’ll like, and go to parties I know I won’t have fun at. It’s probably the reason I tried smoking weed in college, and it’s definitely the reason I missed an interview once because I just couldn’t miss out on the midnight beach trip the night before. Even now, I’m finishing this post in my friend Chris’s car as he drives us to the bar. I just got home from a 3-hour car trip that ended up taking 5-hours because Mum didn’t feel well and mostly what I wanna do is curl up in bed to watch Big Brother, but nope pizza and beer it is!

FOMO is also the reason I’m usually the first one awake and the last one asleep at every family function, not to mention actually attending every single family function. This morning though I just couldn’t do it. Typically, as soon as I wake up and hear voices I drag myself out of bed just in case something fun is gonna happen at 7:30 in the morning. I mean, you never know when the next board game is gonna break out. 

Today though, when I woke up I was too exhausted to move even when I heard everyone starting to make breakfast and move around. Instead, I layed there and was pretty content listening to the voices of everyone I love and thinking about how lucky I am. I think I even fell back asleep for a little bit, completely unheard of before this morning. 

So maybe admitting you have a problem really is the first step towards recovery and maybe I’m not destined to be FOMOer forever. I guess I’ll just raise this beer I’m not even sure I want and cheers to baby steps.

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