‘Fear of Missing Out’ is the direct translation, basically referring to the fear that grips you when you think that you might be missing out on an exciting event that you’ll hear about for eons afterwards and wish that you had attended.
Usually this affliction results in said person rushing around like a total loon, squeezing far too much into their diary and never feeling fully ‘present’ at any event.
Sound familiar? It certainly does to me. I think that I struggled with FOMO for years, doing exactly what I describe above. I had little regard for the fact that my husband couldn’t care less if he missed out on the latest social event, actually preferring to spend most of his weekend as just the five of us, if I was invited to something then I *had* to be there; they wanted me there, right?
I learnt the hard way and managed to kick FOMO in the butt about two years ago. I suddenly realised that I could not cope with the feeling of an over-stuffed calendar. I would regularly feel overwhelmed and losing it with my family was a far too common occurrence. I began to understand the need for better boundaries and that actually, even I benefit from some down time.
I’ve said ‘no’ more often than I’ve said ‘yes’ and I’ve learnt to enjoy other people’s photographs and anecdotes from said occasion (including blogging conferences which I’ve not attended at all for the last two years) knowing that I made the right decision for me.
It’s been incredibly releasing and I’ve learnt to enjoy every social engagement that I do say ‘yes’ to because I know that I’m on top of everything at home and I’m not feeling guilty about leaving my family (again) or dragging them to something they don’t want to be at!
BUT…there’s always a ‘but’ isn’t there?
I seem to have been lured into another strain of FOMO, one that is probably (definitely) not good for my bank balance and is far more sneaky than the original version. Let’s just say that social media is a very powerful tool.
Things that I currently have FOMO over
My daughter has made me swear that I will never enter the world of Snapchat. So far I’ve resisted but it would seem that anyone who is anyone (yes, even middle aged mums) is on Snapchat. Should I ignore my daughter? Is it something that I *need* in my life?
Bit of a random one but the ability to wear a blazer and not look like a man has always eluded me. But I love the blazer and jeans look (I totally blame Jess Soothill for this)! Will I ever find the perfect blazer? Watch this space.
3. White Walls
Believe it or not, I am all for finding your own ‘look’ with regard to interiors as well as fashion. My current home decor ‘look’ is dark colours and cosiness. But then I see the homes with white washed walls all over social media – you know the ones…beautifully crisp with a pop of colour – and I want that. Do I need white walls in my home?
(Just to clarify, this isn’t me, the photo came courtesy of Unsplash)
I had one experience of yoga not so long ago and it kind of put me off for life. But I don’t think I tried the right sort and now everyone is waxing lyrical about yoga! Will I regret not doing yoga when I’m hobbling around in 20 years time, unable to get out of bed without the addition of creaking and groaning?
5. The Fringe
The whole world (exaggeration is a speciality) seems to be sporting a fringe right now. I’m almost 46, therefore I need a fringe to hide the lines, right? I tried one 10 years ago and it was possibly the worst mistake I’ve made in a long time, but perhaps my hair has changed? Perhaps the hairdresser didn’t cut it right? I’ve definitely got fringe envy going on.
6. Game of Thrones
(Image courtesy of Vanity Fair)
I might know in my heart of hearts that ‘Game of Thrones’ isn’t my kind of programme but I can’t help but feel I’m missing out somehow. Have I written it off without even giving it a chance? Every other blogger seems to be watching and don’t get me started on Twitter which is awash with #gameofthrones tweets right now.
7. Pom Poms
You could actually insert any of the latest home trends in here but pom poms is a favourite of mine right now. I only have to see a string of brightly coloured pom poms in a home (a direct result of no. 3) and I’m all over it. Is there something wrong with me?
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As you can see, I seem to have swapped one affliction for another. I’m not sure what that says about me other than the fact that I probably need to spend less time on social media. Can you relate? Are you a bit of a secret FOMO addict?