So, while reading some of Meghan’s posts I’d come across this weird acronym. FOMO.
I’d skip across it and pretend I knew what she was talking about. Then, I saw it on a billboard for ice cream cones, and I knew I had to look it up and see what this was all about. FOMO – Fear of missing out. A lot of our income is spent because of the fear of missing out.
Just having gotten through Christmas, can you reflect on items you bought but didn’t necessarily need, only because everyone else was buying it?
I can totally relate to this FOMO thing.
It wasn’t the fear of myself missing out on anything, but it was the fear of my kids missing out on something that would make their Christmas less special. Meghan has done a great job training me to be good with my budget so FOMO didn’t put me into any more debt this holiday season, but it did put me in the emergency room on Boxing Day. A cough that I ignored for three weeks, thinking it would go away turned into pneumonia. I ignored it because I felt I didn’t have time to get it checked. I didn’t have time or I’d miss the school concert. I didn’t have time, because there was shopping to do, and wrapping and a Christmas dinner to cook. I didn’t have time to look after me for fear of disappointing my kids and family.
Quick text check ins with girlfriends revealed we were all in the same boat. All of us burnt out, all of us crabby and all of us wondering why we do this to ourselves every year. So why do we? FOMO. Christmas has turned into this marathon that we’re all desperately trying to finish. It feels as though, when you near that proverbial finish something pushes it back yet again and you need to run another three miles to get there. A mug exchange, a Secret Santa, a holiday hat. When do you cross that line and say no more, enough is enough?
Meghan reached out about a month ago to see if we wanted to take part in a workshop she was running in the New Year. I eagerly jumped on board for a financial check up since we are in a very different place from when we first started working with her.
I crossed that finish line, limping and bleeding and I need a vacation.
Hopefully, she can help guide us to get there without adding to debt. I’m really not even opposed to visiting nude beaches if it will save me on paying for bathing suits. I don’t want this vacation because of FOMO, FOMO caused me to need this vacation.