We are now a quarter through the year and it looks like I will not be running a half-marathon this June. Also, I did not end up going to the Wanderlust Yoga festival even though it is on my bucket list and it took place this past weekend literally 13 minutes away from my house…
Well, there’s always next year, right?! I made plans to do these things. I even wrote out several training plans and then I decided that I would rather focus on strength training than running. I could not do it all without burning myself out. I also visited the Wanderlust website a few times and I had the money to go, but I decided that I would rather be a nerd and work on my future goals.
I set a lot of goals and while I don’t always reach them all I reach a fair handful of them! I used to get fomo like crazy. I was just thinking about it last night during my moonlight walk and the conclusion I drew was…
“I was so ashamed of the fact that I was home-schooled for a handful of years and I wanted nothing more than to be like everyone else…”
Now I have finally reached a point where none of that really matters anymore, but a part of me still feels for that younger version of myself who spent so many years begging my parents to let me go to high school at least to take some science classes. Heck, even my orchestra friends would beg my parents to let me go to school. My friends back then were really the cream of the crop (my parents honestly had nothing to worry about). They all went on to become doctors, pharmacists, and lawyers with successful careers.
Being different was always a source of insecurity for me. I was always so worried about how I measured up to everyone else and was afraid that I was falling behind. I took the SAT 5 times and guess what?!?! I got my highest and best score the 1st time.
I went through another major phase of FOMO in my early 20’s when all my friends were graduating from college, getting married and having babies. My social media feeds were overflowing with engagement pics and wedding photos. Sometimes I would look through them in tears feeling like I was not good enough for that kind of life. Would anyone ever pick me?
Now that I am 30 I am finally starting to feel happy with who I am! I am choosing myself and chasing my dreams. And in the process I have realized that I now get FOMO NOMO!
Don’t get me wrong, I get a little fomo every now and then, but then I remind myself that saying no to one thing is saying yes to something else.
REMEMBER: What makes you different makes you beautiful!
What do you do when you feel that sense of fomo?
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