At first, I couldn’t figure it out. The fact that those four letters were appearing everywhere, including my texts, tweets, and social media feeds, didn’t help.
Finally, I found myself frustrated enough to go online and Google it!
“What does FOMO mean?”
“Fear of Missing Out: anxiety that an exciting or interesting event may currently be happening elsewhere, often aroused by posts seen on a social media website.”
The response may as well have started out with a, “DUH!” Or, maybe, a, “Really?”
The problem was, I still didn’t get it! I couldn’t understand what that’s all about. I still can’t! And, if there is anyone on the planet who should be able to, that person is me. My life has been so constrained — so limited, for more than a year now — because of my disease and subsequent transplant, I could write a book on things I’ve missed out on. Things like birthday celebrations, holiday gatherings, the theater and getting away, just to name a few.
That may be because I’ve made peace with what I can’t do and where I can’t go by embracing and appreciating those things I can. That is made easier through the absence of choice, but I’m not altogether sure that’s a bad thing.
None of us can be everywhere. Just as none of us can do everything. So, why not just make yourself a list of those things you are able to do and give yourself to them entirely. Completely. Without looking back. Without remorse. Without regret. Without the fear of missing out.acceptancechoicescity of hopecommitmentFear of Missing OutFOMOfrustrationstem cell/bone marrow transplant