No More Fomo

Sitting with some memories has got me looking at a lengthy relationship with FOMO(Fear Of Missing Out). I can look back at my childhood and see this only child craving interaction, watching others from afar and wishing I could participate. I can see the unrelenting curiosity, but now I can also feel that there was a driving sense of purpose. I am fascinated by people. And I want to know your story. So if I’m thinking I should be somewhere else, doing something else, with someone else maybe it’s because I’m on my way to hearing your story. I’m waiting patiently to bare witness to you and your life. And when I am, I can feel without hesitation that I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Present. And that is my sweet spot. There are no FOMO’s sneaking around trying to make me think otherwise. And in you I can see me, and as I am present to your life I can sit with gratitude that I have experienced the life I have so that I may meet you here. Now. In this moment. In each of these, there is the whisper, and sometimes loudness of emotions. The physical opportunity to know that more is at work here than coincidence. Yes synchronicity is here, and I can embrace that this too is a confirmation of the perfection of that fact, that fact that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.