I hate to say it, but FOMO (fear of missing out) has been a very real part of my life recently. It has become so relevant and gruff that now I can no longer ignore it. The processing must be done or I risk facing the consequences.
Consequences takes me back to when I was a child, being taught to learn about my actions. Maybe it was for good that the word was shoved in my face every so often.
Consequences. I can’t stop but think that every breath we take has consequences; for everything that we do. And FOMO is exacerbated by everything that we do not. How can you live a life fearing all opportunities that are not taken? That is cosmically ridiculous. I laugh as I write this (technically type) because the image of an anxious brain throwing a tantrum comes to mind. Imagine being in a…
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